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He was gone. There was no pulse to check; the blade had done its job well, but she took little solace from the fact that his death, at the very end, have been swift. His head laid a few feet away, his oh so familiar brown eyes were glassy. Guilt washed over her as she looked into those eyes. To her, they were accusatory, and she hated the feeling.

She rose, fixing her gaze upon the victor. "I congratulate you," her words were carefully enuciated, each syallable more harsh with anger. "To your own death." She allowed Vullna's Darkness fill her, and everything faded as the chaotic and destructive force of the Gods took over.