I let her go.
The Oracle woman stumbled backward across the volcanic terrain, shaking so violently she could barely maintain her blood portals anymore. Half her face remained ruined from Death Bringer's curse, black corruption spreading across her skin like decay crawling through a corpse still trying to breathe.
She kept looking at me while retreating.
Terrified.
Broken.
Alive.
Abyssian tilted his head slightly beside me, genuinely curious for once instead of amused.
"You're sparing her?"
His voice carried mild interest, like a predator watching another predator refuse an easy kill.
The woman froze briefly after hearing that.
Hope flickered inside her eyes instantly.
Pathetic.
I stared at her silently for a few seconds while volcanic ash drifted between us. Then I lowered Death Bringer slowly.
"Go," I said flatly.
The woman immediately vanished into a blood portal before I could finish breathing.
The silence afterward stretched strangely across Floor 46.
