Her thoughts were nothing more than a fractured mess, she was unable to focus on anything coherent. Memories of her brother's face flashed before her, mingling with the horrifying realization that she might never avenge him at this rate.
Her nemesis was much stronger than Azura, he was a top-level member of the Ravenshade duchy's Consortium-equivalent syndicate. Just how damned far was she from getting to that wretched man's level? What made it even worse was the knowledge that it was not like she could just waltz into his home and demand a duel to the death from him, she had to be strong enough to take his guards and other allies down as well.
How long would it take her to fulfill her mission of revenge at this rate? Would she even finish it before he died of old age? Just thinking of letting him depart this plane of existence in a peaceful manner with family and friends surrounding him in a warm, comforting atmosphere made her want to outright explode with pure hatred.
