Lingyun couldn't hold back a snort at my comment, but Commander Li simply sighed and shook his head.
That was probably wise.
After all, it wasn't like the could argue with the proof that was right in front of them.
The jungle was still eating what remained of Guo Renwang in a way that should have been disturbing if I hadn't found myself suspiciously numb to almost everything going on in front of me.
I had waited two lifetimes to watch these men die... to watch Meilan being tortured before finally killing her. I had dreams about how it would be done, the blood... the screams... and now... I was feeling strangely... empty... detached.
Maybe it was because the jungle was doing all the work that I had wanted to do myself.
The flowers were still sorting the pieces of Guo Renwang's limbs with unsettling efficiency, and Meilan was still hanging in the middle of my destroyed front yard looking like reality had finally slapped her hard enough to leave a mark.
