Wiping a streak of blood from her face, Alice approached Alan with a gratified smile.
"I've killed many before, but today was the most exhilarating," she said, extending her hand towards him.
Alan understood this as a gesture of acceptance.
"You're welcome," he replied with a slight smile, reaching out to grasp her gloved hand.
Turning around, Alan gazed at the group of victims huddled together.
He slowly walked over and stood before them.
Dropping the iron hammer, his eyes conveyed an apology.
Kneeling on one knee, he spoke softly, "Delayed justice is not true justice. On behalf of all gods and leaders, I apologize for not shielding you from evil."
As the greatest king and supreme god, his bow was the world's most sorrowful sight.
He lowered his head, not seeking forgiveness, but questioning himself.
At that moment, a hand reached out gently, touching Alan's head.
