"Soon, I'll meet you two in another realm," she muttered half inaudibly. "There is nothing else I can do in this world. Moreover…"
Rachel D'Amethyst looked at her left wrist. There, slightly hidden by the sleeves of her suit, were blotches of red.
She smiled blandly, taking a deep breath. "There will be no survivors from this disaster."
She looked back at the sea, her hands behind her waist. She let out a long, heavy sigh. After all, she was already starting to feel that her body temperature was slightly higher than normal. She knew for sure about this.
After one long breath, Rachel D'Amethyst turned around, leaving the small wooden pier.
When he saw the owner of the island standing three steps in front of him, the first man stood up.
"Mrs. D?"
Rachel smiled, then her gaze fell on the second man who was relaxing in the not-so-big pool.
