A cup of fine wine crowned with the name of Dawn.

It illuminated Eliza's eyes, the gentle and pure light rippling subtly with no harmful intent. Just a whiff suffices to feel the incense-like rich fragrance.

Holy hymns surround her ears.

Whether it's Eliza or the Chef Demons outside, everyone was stunned.

Even an apprentice could easily discern there was no malice whatsoever; if anything, it was just a healing elixir.

Yet now, this glimpse of dawn's thin light left Eliza silent.

After a long moment, her eyes lifted slightly.

A gentle sigh.

"So despicable, Miss Huaizhi."

"Hmm? It's quite heartbreaking; do I seem like such a depraved person?"

Huai Shi shrugged, puzzled, "Though forced to swallow an Abyss Bomb, look, this wine actually holds no anger or resentment."

"I wish it was such a thing indeed."

"But I'm not that kind of person."

Huai Shi smiled: "Instead of avenging blood debts with blood, I prefer to return evil with good... Long ago, an elder sister told me, love can conquer all, and I deeply believed."

Only generous and selfless sharing can earn someone's recompense, and in the end, everyone is grateful to me."

He paused, serious: "I believe you will too."

"..."

Gazed upon by such calm and warm eyes, Eliza did not feel relaxed; her whole body tensed. It was as if some terrifying creature was staring at her.

Like a thorn in the back.

Return evil with good? Love conquers all? Generous, selfless sharing?

These lines, outdated even 20 years ago in JUMP comics, now make people feel a shiver. Precisely because she understands what this cup of Dawn represents, the hidden malice becomes increasingly palpable.

Even if this cruel and cold evil thought isn't in the wine.

"Such self-entanglement, it's really... troublesome."

Eliza sighed self-deprecatingly, lifted her hand, picked up the small porcelain cup from Miss Huaizhi's palm, and drained it in one go.

Amber-clear wine flowed into her throat, bringing a delightful aroma; the scent hidden beneath the alcohol is gently awakened, dense, and thick mist glides down her throat, spreading warmth in her belly, the whole body feels surrounded by warmth.

Like soaking in a hot spring.

Not only does her spirit lift, but the old wounds in her body quickly begin to heal... Normally, it should be like this. For anyone else, it ought to be like this.

Except for her...

Once the gentle and harmless facade is stripped away, this overly sharp hypocrisy finally revealed its edges between her lungs.

Her expression stiffens slightly, standing motionless on the spot.

But immediately, the sharp sound of steel stress erupted... muffled by the barrier of flesh.

Eliza's body shuddered.

Amid the audience's astonished exclamations, a sharp Sword Blade of light skewered out from her back, stained with sticky blood, pointing towards the dome.

Then, the second one!

Piercing through the vest at her chest, coming out from the heart, slicing the arm.

From the scars of penetration, strands of darkness swiftly flew out. However, they couldn't overshadow the immense flames running through her frame...

Like the sun rising slowly at dawn.

Raging fierce light, sweeping away all dark corruption.

The third, fourth, fifth...

The piercing sound never ceases. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

In an instant, Ten Thousand Swords through the heart!

A torrent of blood gushes out of the shattered frame, the sticky crimson flowing along the Sword Blades, almost completely covering the area behind the bar.

The sharp Sword Blades forged of light crisscrossed to form a cold prison.

Almost entirely tearing her frame apart...

A beauty transformed into such a tragic sight in an instant, even the most cold-hearted person would feel empathy, understanding the pain of this torture.

The pure Source Substance of the Sword of Virtue runs within Eliza's frame, rooting and budding like plants, destructively and resolutely from within.

Except for some big husky, no matter how strong an organism, internal organs and stomach don't function like an armored shell...

Encountered such severe trauma in a flash.

Eliza did not fall.

She still stood resiliently.

This may be a heavy blow for a Fourth Stage Sublimator, yet for her, it's not life-threatening. Entering the Star Antimony Stage, she has become the embodiment of the Stigma.

For Caron roaming the Styx, a flesh-bound body is only a burden. As long as Eliza wishes, she can transform into a burning Source Material Status at any time, truly becoming Caron's embodiment.

Such severe trauma, nothing significant.

She stretched her hand, grasping the Sword Blade protruding from her chest, fingers tightening slightly. Between the torn fingers, the piercing light's edge fractures, pulled out, and rapidly dissipates in the air.

Then the second, the third...

Before long, with cracked hands, she pulled all the Sword Blades from her body, crushed them, and discarded them. The bloodstained Orissa lifted her head as all the wounds on her body quickly closed up.