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Forty-three

Kalan

We found Lyssa, all bloodied and bruised in a sight that seemed eerily similar to the situation Ravenna had once been in, a few days ago.

It was a terrible sight yet it did little to disturb me as much as I felt before. It was horrible indeed, but I felt little to no remorse.

After all she did? It was a laugh.

Blaze whimpered slightly behind me.

He insisted on following my charge, determined to find his sister and bring her home. I could imagine how he feels now.

I disliked Lyssa, yet I couldn't deny how it hurt seeing her in this state.

She was barely standing on shaky legs, determined not to give up, even after seeing us.

The rogues seemed unsure of themselves, wavering in their steps and cowering from our glares and snarls. But these rogues didn't run. They stood their ground as if waiting for one of us to strike. So I did.

I pounced on the one nearest to me, skinning it alive, his pained howls relinquishing my vengeful intent. Blaze followed, snapping the neck of the
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