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A huge silver-black crow flew through the sky, carrying a young man, a lady, and two girls on its back.

This was Draco and the group. After Elsa had temporarily suppressed the Massacre Intent relapse, Xylara left a warning that Draco must not use the Massacre Intent in battle, as doing so would only strengthen it and allow it to fight back.

Elsa then suggested that she knew someone who specialized in cultivating Massacre Intent. Perhaps he would have a solution for Draco's condition.

They had been traveling for over ten hours. It was already late, and Draco thought they should rest. However, Elsa assured them that they were close to their destination.

Strangely, they had not been attacked by any Volkoids along the way. It seemed Elsa's terror still lingered in the minds of the Volkoids. "As expected of an Overlord," Draco thought.

Such an Overlord was now his pet, and her bloodline was no weak one. He knew she would eventually stand on par with him.

"Are you sure your friend can help Darling?" Ivy asked.

"I'm not entirely sure, but he should be able to help. He's an expert in controlling Massacre Intent. I've fought him several times and know how troublesome his Massacre Intent can be," Elsa explained.

The girls were initially reluctant to let Draco go with Elsa until he assured them she was now his pet. That revelation helped put them at ease.

As they watched Draco, their hearts felt heavy. Even though Lyraea was a former goddess, this was Draco's path—something only he could resolve. It left her feeling helpless as she watched him suffer.

Ivy felt the same, burdened by an unfamiliar sense of uselessness and weakness.

"We're here," Elsa announced. The group looked out and saw a land covered in snow and ice. At the center of this frozen wasteland stood a cave surrounded by trees, shrubs, and grass—a small oasis untouched by the frost.

"Little Tiger, come out!" Elsa roared.

Not long after, a voice came from the cave.

"Who dares call me that name?" a male voice growled. A white tiger emerged from the cave, its appearance incredibly cute.

Draco, seeing the tiger, understood why it was called "Little Tiger." Perhaps this was the child of an Overlord, he thought.

"Master, don't let him deceive you," Elsa said telepathically. "He is the Overlord, and that cute appearance is just a facade. Countless beings have died at his hands."

This telepathic communication was a new ability they had discovered through the imprint and contract, allowing them to speak mind-to-mind.

"It's me. Have you forgotten already?" Elsa chuckled.

The white tiger stared at Elsa, finding her figure familiar. Recognition suddenly dawned on him, and his expression shifted to one of shock and fear. "You're still alive?"

"As you can see, I'm alive and well," Elsa said with a laugh.

The white tiger was stunned. He had witnessed the Hellfire Crow's desperate struggle during the battle, unwilling to accept death. And yet, here she stood, alive and in a form that was both more refined and exuding an even stronger noble aura than before.

He turned his gaze to the figures on the crow's back. A strange aura emanated from them, one even feeling oddly familiar, though he couldn't quite place it.

Elsa landed, allowing the white tiger a clear view of her passengers.

When the White Tiger laid its eyes on Lyraea and Ivy, it shivered. It could feel its bloodline trembling in their presence, a clear indication that their bloodline was of God rank. Surprise flickered in its eyes as it gazed at them.
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When its gaze shifted to Anna, the White Tiger felt an even stronger bloodline within her and noticed the striking resemblance between Anna and Elsa.

"I never thought the HellFire Crow had given birth. She truly hid this secret well," the White Tiger thought.

Then its eyes landed on Draco. This was where the familiar sensation originated. As it assessed Draco, realization struck—it was the same aura emitted by the armored figure from before.

The White Tiger began to shiver in terror, its gaze darting between Elsa and Draco, wondering how Draco had managed to save Elsa from death. Such a feat was beyond the abilities of ordinary experts.

"Who is he?" the White Tiger asked.

Elsa chuckled. "He's my master."

Her reply caused the White Tiger to shake even more in fear. It seemed its suspicions were correct.

"What are you all here for?" the White Tiger asked warily.

"You should be able to guess," Elsa said with a chuckle.

"You're here because of the young man's Massacre Intent," the White Tiger said grimly. It could sense the intense Massacre Intent within Draco. Without Elsa's flames suppressing it, Draco would have already turned into a killing demon.

This realization made the White Tiger shudder. If Draco went on a killing spree with his strength, how many could escape? This place would be turned into a blood-soaked world.

"Do you have any method to completely eliminate it?" Elsa asked. Seeing the grim expression on the White Tiger's face, she knew it understood the severity of the situation.

The White Tiger smiled bitterly. "Everyone must forge their own path. If I share my own path, it will only cause him more harm than good."

Hearing this, Draco felt disheartened. He needed to forge his path—but how long would that take? Why was finding his path so difficult?

"But," the White Tiger continued, "there is a place that might help him. If he is lucky, he may be able to comprehend his own path of Massacre."

Relief washed over the group, especially Ivy and Lyraea. They understood the concept of Massacre Intent, but Draco's was different—something beyond their knowledge, leaving them helpless.

The White Tiger led Draco into the cave, guiding him to the area of inspiration. Reaching the heart of the cave, Draco felt an overwhelming sense of refreshment. His mind relaxed unknowingly, and he sat cross-legged, attempting to comprehend the Dao.

The White Tiger quietly withdrew, not wanting to disturb him.

A few minutes passed.

Draco emerged from the cave, his expression downcast. Everyone immediately understood the result—he had failed.

Although Draco was able to refine and increase his level of intent, he could not comprehend his path of Massacre.

Why do I kill? Is it to protect? Is it for pure destruction? Is it for enjoyment?

Draco mulled over these questions but found no answers.

He began to ruminate on his next steps. The group watched him in silence. This was the first time they had seen Draco face such a significant challenge.

They observed his lonely figure, knowing that this major intent could lead to his destruction.

Draco's expression shifted to one of determination. He resolved not to give up easily. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled, letting go of his frustration. He would do everything in his power to overcome this hurdle, even if it meant pushing himself to his last breath.

As this thought solidified in his mind, Draco felt a strange sense of relaxation. It was as though he had caught onto something—so close, yet so far away.

"How about we check with others? Perhaps they might have something that could help him comprehend his path," the White Tiger suggested.