Eliona's War 2: Veiled Healer

Chapter 65

The combat and chaos faded into the background. A single moment stretched out into an impossibly long second while Severance stared.

It was her.

The one that had kicked Rasin's mutilated body.
The one that had called him trash.
The one who had laughed.

No, he thought, and pressed a hand against his chest, because it hurt and the cause of all that hurt was standing right there in front of him.

He tore his eyes away from her, taking in the other players with her. He didn't remember any of the names, or faces of the players who'd attacked him and Rasin that day. Except hers. Those eyes. That sneer. The utter lack of care for what she'd done.

No, he sneered back. The single word swelled in his mind, cold and dark and hard.

Motion made his gaze snap back to her. She was lifting her tempest chain, preparing to let fly. He locked eyes with her.

No. He felt nothing but an absolute certainty now. He knew what he had to do.

Severance lunged forward, time snapping back into place. She moved, the others moved, but he was faster, making sure she was in range.

And then he unleashed an electrical blast of energy so bright and so strong that it boomed through the air like a thunderclap. She and every one of the defenders went rigid, paralyzed by the blue sparks that danced over their bodies. Her face had frozen in a look of complete shock, while blood trickled out of her nose.

But Severance took no satisfaction in that. There was only a black roar inside his head, and it propelled him forward. He didn't even stop to think about what he was doing.

Three quick steps brought him in range. There was an armored ridge to her collar, protecting her neck, so he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing the soft expanse of her throat. Her eyes widened further, but she couldn't otherwise move.

He slashed his fan once through the air. Its teeth ripped open her throat.

He wasn't done yet, either

"Skyfall!" The skill had been upgraded when he'd hit level 35, and now he could see the difference. What had once been mere cuts became gashes, and the unprotected parts of her became little more than pieces of raw meat. The last and fifth cut of Skyfall sundered her arm from her body completely.

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She didn't fall, still paralyzed, but he watched the blood spurt out. Some of it splattered against his face, hot and wet. He didn't even blink. It came out in rivers, too much, too fast, and he saw the light bleed from her eyes.

But that wasn't enough. It didn't make anything better. Nor did it settle the tormented roar in his mind or soothe the empty ache in his heart.

She was an Outsider. She'd come back again and again, and no matter how many times he killed her, she'd come back. It wasn't fair. Rasin couldn't return, but she could?

His fingers ached as they tightened around his war fans. He clenched his teeth and the dark roar only shrieked louder in his head. It wasn't fair! Why was there no consequence for what she did? Why was Rasin the only one who had to pay?

The sparks of his Suppression began to fade. The stunned players began to twitch, about to break free. Members of his team swept past him then, falling upon the players before they could escape.

Severance barely noticed them. He stared into those fading viridian eyes, and realized there really was only one thing he could do.

"Every time I see you," he told her quietly, "I'm going to kill you."