An Honest Conversation

A thunderclap reverberated in the ghost ship as a golden light filled the room.

Lightning tendrils danced around Enigma as they burnt her skin and entered her body.

As she put up only a minimum defense, Enigma's skin cracked and blood spilled out.

Yet, she didn't flinch.

Her lips curled up ever so slightly as she looked at Varian glaring at her with bloodshot eyes.

There was a trace of clarity in his rageful eyes as he was just beginning to realize what he had done.

"Is that all?" Enigma asked. "Is that all your rage?"

Varian took a deep breath as his shaking fist suddenly calmed down. He looked at the blood flowing from the sword that lodged itself through his mother.

Even though she was going through so much pain, Amanda didn't show any fear on her face.

She gave Varian a sad glance.

'I'm going to miss you.'

Varian raised his head and looked at the woman holding the sword that took away his bundle of happiness.