Sera took deep breaths. Her vision swam with red, her whole body dripping from blood, and pieces of organs.
In her trembling hand, she still held Harold's broken corpse. The ashes of his burned heart gently flew away on the sea's breezy winds.
She glanced at the destruction around, then her eyes surveyed the tortured corpse in her hand. Her vision slowly cleared, and reality hit her all at once.
She dropped Harold's body, then fell to her knees and vomited onto the blood covered rocky ground.
Her emotions and thoughts ran rampant. The satisfaction she felt from killing her most hated enemy went away quickly, and only hollow regret remained. She felt sick as she stared at her bloodied, trembling hands.
This wasn't her. This destruction, slaughter, torturing—she never meant to do any of this.
