"I have made my mind," Sha Roma answered, "I wish to leave."

(As a side note, Sha Roma is rash, spoiled, and didn't use his brain much, if at all.)

Sha Roma was born with good looks - Long, black hair tied with a golden crown, pale skin and a handsome face, and acted as a young master, expecting people to fall over themselves and give in to his demands. 

The only reason for his arrogance was how quickly Sha Roma cultivated. As a prodigy, Sha Roma was celebrated as someone promising with a great future ahead of him - and the Temple Master wanted him to throw it all away?!

Since the Temple Master asked, the youth didn't think twice before giving his answer.

(Stupid.)

"Is that so…" the Temple Master replied softly, his voice turning ice-cold, "how… unfortunate."

The Temple Master felt different. Like a switch had been pressed. It was like Yaru was looking at a completely different person. The Temple Master's presence, which was welcoming and open, suddenly turned heavy and oppressive. It filled the room like the gushing ocean.

Even standing as far as he was, Yaru could barely breathe. The seven teens, who even now knelt on the ground, froze in fright.

The Temple Master started moving towards the teens. He took his time, but as if paralyzed by the Temple Master's mind-blowing power, no one tried to move.

Yaru watched hopelessly as the man reached Roma with ease. He towered over the teen, and his dark red eyes bore into him.

Yaru couldn't see it from where he was standing, but the Temple Master's face was cold and hard. It was the face of a murderer.

Sha Roma looked up at the unfriendly eyes of the Temple Master and tried to speak, but nothing came out. The Temple Master [sealed] his voice. The boy was shaking his head back and forth, and his face twisted in fear.

The Temple Master kneeled right next to the teen, "so let's see if you have the demon inside of you."

The Temple Master had no weapons on him, but that was something easy to solve – he tugged at his Qi, feeding it the image of what he needed it to become – the shape, the size, the weight, the smell.

A silver knife appeared in the Temple Master's hand as if from thin air. It was a sharp blade, deadly and glinting in bloodthirstiness. The man spun it in his hand, once, twice before stopping.

He looked down at Roma with indifference and bent down.

The boy tried to shriek, but nothing came out with his voice [sealed]. The blade looked sharp. He was terrified, and for a good reason too.

The Temple Master latched into Roma's ankle, holding him in a vice grip, "I promise I'll finish as fast as I can."

The Temple Master started cutting into the skin slowly. He made each move as swiftly as possible but also accurately.

Yaru shuddered. He closed his eyes and willed himself not to listen. It didn't work. The sounds turned out to be impossible to ignore.

Roma tried to hold it in, but the Temple Master just kept going. Craving runes into the teen's body.

Yaru didn't know much about runes. It was part of the lost art of magic, which never interested him.

(You couldn't use runes in a fight. What good would runes be?)

He was regretting it now.

Roma started shouting. His pain was giving him strength he had never had before. The boy started kicking hard until the Temple Master had to let go or mess up his runes. The moment he was free, he moved again, right towards Yaru's door.

He sidestepped the Temple Master's knife with speed quicker than anything he had ever mastered before. There were only a few steps between him and freedom!

As the teen's fingers reached the handle, a firm hand closed around Roma's arm. The boy was lifted high enough to leave his legs dangling above the floor with one hand.

Roma didn't know, but the Temple Master let go of him because he had finished drawing the runes on his body. Now it was time to see the result.