He was gone, forever.
The world fell silent for a while.
It brought Skyla relief for he would never be able to hurt her child ever again and yet she couldn't help but cry.
The feelings it had invoked in her were so conflicting.
Her life with him flashed in front of her eyes, the abuse, the insults and their first meeting. At times he would smile at her, though it was cold and never touched his eyes.
Everything about him was blood and death now.
"Hush! It's fine. You are safe and he will never hurt you or Arata again. He is gone," Zyair comforted her. His eyes fixated on the man who had almost taken his wife and child from him. There was no remorse in his sapphire eyes.
"He needs to be buried…that was his last wish and I will tell his mother. There will be no tombstone…" Skyla told him what Doran had requested.
"It will be done, let's get you home. You have been through enough."