Farrina had a dream.
The swish of a whip, the malicious imprecation of her enemy, and the excruciating pain all started to fade away.
She found herself in a plain white room with polished, reflective floor.
She did not know where this room led. The only thing in her view was a lofty stone door, behind which came faintly some beautiful and eerie music.
"This is probably what the afterlife world looks like," she thought.
After she passed through that door, she would be able to rest in peace.
Farrina could still not reconcile with herself to the fact that she had failed to kill the traitor and revenge the church.
She also felt sorry for failing Tucker Torr, realizing that she was not capable of such an important task and certainly was not a good leader.
That was all she could do.
The only thing that gave her some solace was that she did not yield.
