Still on the ground, Hapia watched as Aisha closed the distance, one step after the other.
He tried to speak, but fear had gotten a complete grip on him, a fear mixed with multiple layers of shock.
An elf was walking him down.
An elf?
How was someone who looked so fragile able to kill his men without batting an eye, all in less than a few seconds? It made no sense.
Finally, Aisha had gotten close and was now kneeling in front of him, her red, vibrant eyes fixed directly on him.
From how close they were, Hapia could feel her breath pressing against his cheeks as he wondered why she wasn't acting.
By now, he had expected her to slit his throat or stab him in the gut with her knife.
He was so terrified that he had slowly begun to pee, his lips trembling in fear.
In the meantime, a different thought process was going through Aisha's mind. She was gradually remembering everything Hapia had done to her mother and her.
