What came next was - hazy. Hazy with heat waves slithering up from the ground where dozens and dozens of bodies lay dead, bleeding, burnt or both. Dakshana reeled from the stench of charred human flesh, and she fell to her knees, staring at her own hands. Hands she’d used to kill these men.
The world around her shimmered out of being, and she didn’t know when he’d died, when he’d been struck in her sudden lunge into mass slaughter. Dakshana bowed her head and wept softly. She’d killed them the way Ashoken had killed her parents.
She was a monster.
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