I looked down at my hands. They were soaked with blood that wasn't mine.
The wind blew through my hair as I kept staring. It felt nice to get my revenge, but at the same time, I felt numb from everything that happened.
My bloody hands were suddenly covered by a handkerchief. A pair of larger hands held it and began wiping the blood from my cold fingers. His touch was warm and gentle.
"They deserved it. If I were you, I would've done something worse. You did a great job, Vivien."
From our hands, I lifted my gaze to his face. Rion's amber eyes met mine. They were beginning to turn crimson as the sun dipped low from the horizon.
Behind him stretched the misty sky of the lands above Undercity. After killing Esther, he had teleported us to Mystic Tower, the lone tower that stood atop the lands of Undercity aboveground, serving as the gate between both lands.
