[: Makina's POV :]
Under the intoxicating influence of my devotion to my master, Daniel, I made my way towards those who was responsible for those Cultivators who had dared to insult him.
Anger and obsession intertwined in my heart, forming a relentless storm of emotions that threatened to consume me entirely.
Jestina had taken charge of the future disciples, and I trusted her to guide them for the moment since she's one of those whose devotion seems comparable to mine.
But my singular focus now was on those pests who had disrespected my master. Their audacity fueled the flames of my anger.
Daring to insult my god, only death is the answer and I'm not planning to let those lords die peacefully.
The anger that pulsed through me was like molten lava, searing through my veins and threatening to erupt at any moment.
I could not, would not, let their insolence go unanswered.