Not the battlefield-wide, 'everyone-dies' killing intent. The focused, 'I-am-talking-to-you' killing intent. The Crimson Blood Monarch's domain contracted — from the entire valley to a ten-foot radius around Nora's body.
Inside that radius, the air became blood. Not metaphorically. The oxygen molecules were replaced with mana constructs of blood — invisible, tasteless, but present. Nora's lungs pulled them in. Her blood responded. Her veins 'tightened.'
The demoness felt her heart stutter.
Not a threat. A statement. A fact. 'I can kill you where you stand, and you know it, and I know it, and the only reason you are still breathing is because I have decided that you should breathe.'
