My consciousness stirred back to life. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. It stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and absolute. I felt weightless, as if my body were floating in a void.
"Where is this?"
I blinked several times, rubbed my eyes, but nothing changed. The darkness remained.
"Am I dreaming?"
I let out a slow breath and shrugged, assuming I was.
My thoughts drifted back to the fight with Guro.
No, calling it a fight was too generous, it was a brutal melee, raw and unforgiving. I never imagined my first kill would be a demon woman.
I stared at my hands, whole, uninjured but my mind refused to accept what I saw. The memory of pain still clung to me. The unbearable, flesh-melting agony of my own fire reducing my hand to bone. I had done that to myself. And for what?
To kill her.
A heavy breath left my lips, the weight of that truth pressing down on me.
I had killed someone.
