Elian stood in the shadows of the abandoned house, his body primed for the next step. After the battle with Herman, he could feel the power surging within him. That decisive fight had made him stronger, and he was ready to wield that strength.
Activating the tracker, he felt the shift in his awareness instantly: Mira was leaving the city.
— "Hm…" his voice was quiet, but filled with resolve. "So she decided to run."
Wasting no time, Elian used his magic and teleported straight to the forest where his target was hiding. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in her path. Mira was already moving swiftly through the trees, leaping from branch to branch, but Elian was faster.
— "Pointless," he said coldly as her figure came into view.
He grabbed her by the head and slammed her into the ground, holding back just enough not to knock her unconscious. She tried to escape, activating her ability and launching herself into the air with incredible speed, but Elian didn't let her go.
He was beside her in an instant, his face expressionless.
— "Pointless," he repeated, conjuring a weapon from raw matter. The sword was black, sharp, and ready for a decisive strike.
Mira was still in the air, but Elian closed the distance and struck with precision. The blade pierced her abdomen, and she fell, letting out a muffled gasp. Elian landed beside her, his eyes cold, his face unreadable.
— "You couldn't run from me," he said with icy calm.
— "You filthy bastard!" she spat, eyes burning with hatred—and fear. "Everyone knows who killed Herman!"
Elian didn't let her finish. Swiftly, cleanly, he silenced her with a strike that left her unable to speak.
— "Blackmail won't help you," he said, his voice like a sentence. "You knew I'd come. You always knew."
He took a deep breath, and for a brief moment, there was a shadow of regret in his eyes—but it vanished quickly, devoured by darkness.
— "Enough," he muttered. "I'm wasting time on you."
His actions became fast and precise. He tore her arms and legs off—not with sadistic cruelty, but with a grim determination and a fury that had long been building. Mira screamed, her cries echoing through the forest, but there was no strength in them. Only pain—raw and inescapable.
Elian didn't listen. He looked at her not as a person, but as a traitor—someone who could have chosen another path, but instead chose the darkness.
— "There's a price for betrayal," he whispered, more to himself than to her.
Goodbye, Mira.