Fleur sighed in relief as the domain finally crumbled around her. The heavy pressure in the air lifted, leaving behind only the faint echo of souls fading away.
She looked down at the old woman who had once been her mother and exhaled softly.
"Goodbye, Mother…" she whispered, clasping her hands together in a faint prayer.
"Your soul is annihilated to nothingness and in that abyss, you'll find peace."
It was her quiet farewell. A signal that her task as an executioner was done, that she had to move forward even if every step meant dragging pieces of her past behind her.
Sarah had been beautiful once, a woman whose very presence demanded reverence. But now she was nothing more than a withered flower, hollow and still, her consciousness shattered beyond repair.
Fleur's throat tightened, but she forced herself to look away.
"David! David! Wake up!"
