"What do you want me to do?" she asked a fiery determination sparking in her chest.
The cloaked figure smiled, satisfaction gleaming in their eyes. "All you have to do is kill Han Xin." Their voice was smooth like oil. "If he dies by your hand, we can seize his soul. Finally, we can enact the next phase of our plan."
With a flick of their wrist, a divine weapon appeared. The dagger materialized from thin air, shaped like writhing red blood vines twisting together. "You just need to kill him once," they said, handing it to her.
Peng Xiu stared at the blade, her heart pounding. She sensed the overwhelming power emanating from it. It pulsed with intense dark energy. If she listened closely, she could almost hear the tortured screams of demons, their life force being drained away. A shudder ran through her, and she hesitated, gripping the dagger tightly.
"How will I get it into the new world... will I remember my mission?" she asked, uncertainty creeping into her voice.
