Groka lay broken on the forest floor. Her massive form was a ruin of green flesh and shattered bone. Each ragged breath she drew sounded wet and heavy.
Her eyes, filled with terrible pain were still open. They stared straight at Azrael, hidden in the bushes nearby. That strange, unsettling smile stayed on her lips. It felt like a silent, chilling promise that went beyond death itself.
'This life slips away… but in the next… I will find you. I will take you away. You will be mine.'
Selyne, however, wasn't finished. The anger still burned hot in her crimson eyes. Seeing the Queen still looking, still breathing, fueled her fury into a white-hot fire.
Her blood armor, which had started to fade, surged back. It formed a brutal gauntlet of red and gold around her small fist. She walked towards the fallen Queen, her steps heavy with threat.
BAM!
Her fist slammed into Groka's already battered face. Bone crunched loudly beneath the hit.
BAM!
