They walked up to the still-burning, still-screaming M'Rael whose body was now fully engulfed in blue flames. His life force was spent, making his skin sag like molten wax and his muscles thin like branches after a draught.
There was nothing left of the proud elf who had dreamed of rebuilding the elven Kingdom. Even his Soul Projection now showed him burning alive in a blazing inferno, his mouth opened in a silent scream that matched the main body's.
"You were so cocky when you gave me orders." Solus put one hand on War's hilt and the other on M'Rael's jaw, closing it shut so that only her voice remained. "You felt so entitled to steal me away like a petty thief and then abuse me to your heart's content."
Being so close to him, seeing his face, and hearing his pathetic whimpers almost drove her over the edge with fury. Yet she had to hold it in, refusing to give him a quick or easy death.
