Unlike before, the battle wasn't as smooth sailing. The warriors they fought had demonic auras and vengeful spirits. No matter how powerful his little army was, they were bound to lose some.
Each of his movements was fueled by his image of Maimuna taking a hit for him. He was raging, blinded by hatred, and filled with vengeance.
Meanwhile, the said wife wasn't in the best shape either. Her movements were no longer elegant and poised. Anyone who knew her would notice the weakness apparent in her features.
Unfortunately for her, Leyla still knew how to read her daughter. No matter how many years go by, she will always know.
Despite her lack of care towards this particular child, she spent a lot of time observing her. The more she watched, the faster the darkness in her bones began to thaw.
The woman whose goodness died once before slowly began to form again. Her heart which was filled with black soot was slowly getting brandished.
