Feeling the sword slide into her chest, cutting through her lungs, piercing her heart, a soft smile formed on the witch's face.
"Ah. So this is how my life ends." Layla muttered quietly, almost in contemplation. "Slain by a young man my unvanquished charms couldn't move, my curses couldn't sway, and my subordinates couldn't defeat."
She coughed out a mouthful of blood that spilled from her lips, running down her chin. The sword still crackled in her chest, purple lightning arcing across the wound.
Her red eyes found Moon's dark ones and held them.
"You think you are the hero, don't you? Killing me, 'the evil monster' that ruled with an iron fist. You believe you have saved countless lives by ending mine. Perhaps you did. But we are not so different, you and I."
Cough!
"I did what I did to grow stronger, I was born with those talents, and if I didn't use them…that would be unfair to me, wouldn't it?" Layla offered him a bloody smile.
