For a moment, Raze was taken aback by what was on his fingers because there was no doubt in his mind: the consistency he had felt before, it was blood. He was in his room, all on his own; he hadn't left it, but he was unsure if anyone had entered, yet there was blood on his cheek.
'Was that illusion I saw while I was cultivating not really an illusion?' Raze started to wonder. 'No one could have come inside; the door was locked, and it would be crazy to think someone would just enter and place blood on my face. So, what was that?'
Continued screams were heard from down below, and by now, a group of men in various kinds of clothing with swords and weapons at their hips had surrounded the dead man on the table.
"This must have been done by a Pagna warrior."
"But why would they just kill an ordinary civilian out of the blue? The man was just enjoying a drink; he didn't offend anyone or bump into others."
