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[b]"Are you pleased?"[/b]

Thunder rumbled across the obscured heavens.

Lei Zi frowned. [b]"Then I will continue."[/b]

She sheathed the consecrated blade. She dispersed her priest's staff. Amid charred and bloodied bodies, she stepped up and stepped out, ignoring those that still scurried within the halls of the warehouse. She had reaped enough; whoever remained was powerful, but insignificant all the same. Battles are won with individuals, but wars with numbers.

The rain continued to pour, torrential and violent. Lightning surged across the clouds, pointing the way to Lei Zi's next fiend, the next evil that must be slain.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Jb5vJv5Syc]So she walked on, sandals clacking against pavement, suffused in the elements of her God.[/url]

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More allies came out of the woodwork, but Amaryllis spared them only a quick nod. She did not see familiar faces, friends. She saw the carnage instead, thick and unending. Charred bodies everywhere, and the stench of ozone caused by a lightning strike. Her Sword crackled in disappointment; there had been a slaughter here, and it had missed it totally. The Knight of Rose shared that same sentiment, for different reasons. A slaughter, and she had not been there to stop it.

Not like the stadium, where they could prevent such casualties. Not like the graveyard fight, where so many were involved, yet only a couple died. It was one thing to hear of it from Veronica, it was another thing to see the massacre in person. The stench, the blood. Crushed bodies, severed bodies, distended and bloated and broken. The corrupted and the pure alike. Amaryllis's heart pounded, and she forced her disgust into fury. Did it have to end like this? Did it have to start like this?

It didn't. Penrose would be reduced to ash before these immortal warriors could quench their thirst for vengeance. There had to be another way.

But first, she had work to do. Vengeance to be wrought. Condolences to offer. To save a friend, and to leave dozens more to die.

Was that right?

The Knight of Rose shot through the back halls. In her wake, rose buds clattered against the ground, not given the time to bloom.

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uBqNgxAuBA][i]The three of them walked off into the calm city night, zeppelins flying overhead. Much pizza would be eaten, drinks drank, and fun had. But that was a story for another time.[/i][/url]

...

Something registered in Liss's brain.
[h1]"WAIT! YOU! IT WAS YOU WHO KILLED HIM!!!"[/h1]