Time slowed down as Murdon's body fell towards the floor. There was barely a sound, or perhaps the shot had been loud enough to temporarily deafen Serenica. There was also very little left of Murdon's head. Blood. Blood and pieces of brains everywhere. Luckily Serenica had been standing far away from the man. Otherwise she would have had to change her clothes, and there was simply no time for such frivolities.
The pistol was unfortunately loud indeed. Serenica made her exit and made sure to choose a different route this time.
She was now a healer, a fighter and a killer. The contradiction was eating her alive, and while she knew she had done something for the entire witch community, there was still that basic fact about healing.
Healers could not be killers.
Serenica felt a pain inside her chest, a pain of such magnitude that she directed her steps back towards the Blue Girl.
