Slowly but surely, the assassin's body began to burn up. A few jagged, desperate screams escaped his throat, but soon enough they turned into muffled, wet gurgles as the crimson mana incinerated his lungs.
I sat there, watching the man who had intended to cripple me turn into glowing ashes, and then those ashes into nothingness.
I don't know what had taken over me, but I didn't care much for his suffering. After all, he was here to break me, if not kill me. In this world, pity was a luxury and I was in a spot where I couldn't afford it.
They say an eye for an eye, but Elena's logic was entirely different. Why settle for an eye for an eye when you can simply erase the person who looked at you wrong? It wasn't about justice; it was about absolute removal.
However, the room felt far darker now. She could have simply broken his limbs and sent him back to Aries as a bloody warning, but she had chosen to scrub him from the face of the earth.
But why was she still standing there?
