As the souls of the departed drifted away into the unknown, Eva watched with a morbid fascination, her spectral form hovering above the scene like a vulture awaiting its prey. With each passing moment, she counted the fallen, her twisted smile widening with each soul that slipped away into the darkness.
But even as she reveled in the carnage, Eva's attention was drawn to those who still clung to life amidst the wreckage. Some struggled to stay afloat in the frigid waters, their strength waning with each passing moment. Others, driven by desperation and fear, swam towards the distant shore, their hopes of survival dwindling with each stroke.
For Eva, their plight was nothing more than a game, a cruel twist of fate that amused her to no end. As she watched them struggle against the relentless currents, a wicked gleam danced in her eyes, her hunger for chaos and destruction insatiable.
