***
Amon took a picture of Nino.
He looked back where Alya was quietly surveying the messy floor.
She looked up from the dead bodies of the guards.
"We really messed it up." She spoke for the first time.
He turned.
"Yeah." Amon nodded.
It wasn't just him who had made a mess of Nino's body.
The bodies of the guards were riddled with clean small holes, a reminder on how precise and sharp her arrows were.
"Leaving that aside, I have to say, you are pretty strong."
Amon looked at her crimson eyes in the dim lighting.
"Well, I can say the same for you."
She put a hand to her chin.
"True I guess, but you have gotten way stronger than the last time I saw you. Even your manipulation of blood is excellent."
Amon shrugged but didn't say anything.
Rather, he changed the topic.
"Shall we go back?"
She nodded.
Both of them stood up and started to leave.
