Shen Zhao's eyes flew open. All she could see was suffocating darkness. Rough wood grain pressed coldly against her forehead, and every breath carried the stench of rotten wood and death. She was lying in a coffin.
The memory of the moment before pierced her mind with the chill of an ice pick. Shen Yue's pitiful face had leaned close, but her voice was laced with poison: “Go in peace, Sister. I'll enjoy the life you were destined to have.”
Her nails dug deep into her palm. The sharp pain was so real that it split her muddled consciousness like a bolt of lightning! She wasn't dead? No, she had died, but now she was alive again! A ghost? No, she was an asura who had clawed her way back from hell to claim lives! “Your daughter is a demon who crawled back from hell! She came back for one thing... to collect what she's owed!”
“Your Highness really is... capable of making every scene so spectacular,” Xie Heng's voice drifted from behind her, carrying the bitter, scorched smell of star embers. The hem of his dark official robes was stained deep red... This seemingly cold-blooded powerful official accompanied her as she searched for the truth behind the secrets: blood sacrifice contracts, the Saintess's key, whispers of the star remains, the dark currents beneath the corridor mirrors, a king slain in hell, twin resonance, the earth's veins devouring the heart...
(Note: Though the heroine has come for revenge, she carries great love in her heart.)
