Her thoughts were nothing more than a fractured mess, she was unable to focus on anything coherent. Memories of her brother's face flashed before her, mingling with the horrifying realization that she might never avenge him at this rate.
Her nemesis was much stronger than Azura, he was a top-level member of the Ravenshade duchy's Consortium-equivalent syndicate. Just how damned far was she from getting to that wretched man's level? What made it even worse was the knowledge that it was not like she could just waltz into his home and demand a duel to the death from him, she had to be strong enough to take his guards and other allies down as well.
