The silence in the tunnel was absolute, a stark contrast to the desperate, wet screams that had filled it only moments before.
Hapia's mutilated body lay still, a grotesque ruin of flesh and severed limbs pooling in its own blood.
Aisha remained kneeling for a long moment, her chest heaving.
The searing, all-consuming rage that had fueled her for a decade finally receded, draining away like a fever.
It left her feeling hollow, cold, and strangely light.
Her past was finally, truly, dealt with.
She bit her lower lip, fighting the urge not to burst out crying. To think there was a time in her life when she gave up on ever getting revenge for her dead parents, and now she had.
The justice she so longed for had been served.
Now, only her future remained. Only her Master.
