After all, she had become a ghost and a demon who had brutally tortured and murdered one thousand men, not so differently from the way the Emperor once brutally murdered a mountain of magicians. Like him, she had become something worse than a beast in the end. A creature worse than death itself.
This was a fitting end for her.
If only she could have gotten rid of the Emperor in a garden of hell before making one for herself…Abrial sighed, breathing in the heavy, stinging smoke rising around her. But not every plan goes perfectly. If she ever saw him in hell or in the next life, she would have to make things even with him then…
As the thick smell of acrid smoke filled her nostrils, Abrial closed her eyes.
She felt strangely calm, and yet the storm of emotions she couldn't understand was still raging in her chest.
