The spectral darkness gulped the walls of the prison. She was hushed, her tears were rolling down.
The deep silence inside the cell was getting interrupted by lightning. A heavy footstep was approaching her. She had decided her end and was waiting for him.
"Ashok..."
"Amanya..." Ashok was fuming in vengeance but this mighty word in prison sounded despondent.
"Ashok... I have decided to leave here." Her words were lifeless.
"Commander, your guilty sub-captain is here, waiting for your order." His words were suddenly loud as if he dared to proclaim his reality to the entire Amai.
"Bring my sword and mask. I wish to leave here as the commander of serpents."
He was back within an hour. She is going to complete her life in the world. There are many she wished to do, yet she has to go without a farewell.
"Ashok..." Words from her were a big relief for him, " Come back after an hour. "
Her request was strange but he didn't dare to ask her. He decided to wait.
She smiled and cried, gazing at her sword. "The saga comes to an end." she ripped her fingers and her robe. She wrote her last words; her robe was her paper, fingers were her pen and blood was her ink. She raised her sword and expressed what she left to say, "Vakul, You asked me to wait; I waited for centuries and I gave you the answer you wanted."
All the prison guards were silenced and replaced by cobras. He waited and when the time was up, he buckled up; to receive his commander and send her back to Hiranga. His steps were loud as her doesn't care about his identity anymore. He suddenly stopped steps before her prison. In the flash of lightning, he saw red. The torch dropped from his hand as he rushed towards her. In the glinting light, he saw her; his commander stained in blood holding her sword... fallen.