Tears were running down Gadrial's face as she heard Christine's gasp in her ear, her sword was wedged deep into her heart and the tornado she created edged closer to twirl her in its embrace.
It would cleanse her soul so she might peace in this godforsaken limbo wasteland, the seven applauded, "Great battle as always, angel of war."
Gadrial did not answer them, as she slid her blade slowly from Christine's chest and watched as the tornado enveloped her body. She twirled higher to the sky and the wound that she dealt closed around her chest, Gadrial's tears did not stop. Her heart was filled with sorrow and it felt like she lost a sister.
The seven's gaze was on the tornado, "Why have you never given us this privilege?"
Gadrial averted her gaze from the tornado, "Why should I? You have not given me any reason to give you my blessing."
