[Immersion POV: Seer]
This took me a few months, but for me, it was just a string of long nights that refused to break.
Vengeance has a strange way of taking hold of one's mind. Just a torrent of thoughts and images from the past. No semblance of sanity in sight until it's all over.
I emerged from the sewers and entered the Acheron Corps HQ through its rear entrance. Azrael was holed up in a huge tower somewhere on the top floor.
The entire place was empty except for those underpaid lackeys he sent after me occasionally to tell me I was going the right way. Taunting and joking through the speakers.
Didn't take very long to invade his chambers. It was a pretty place, all glass and steel rods.
He was standing outside on the balcony, barely visible among the storm.
"It's over, time to guide yourself to death," my voice was silenced by the storm. We could only make out each other's silhouettes and blurred colors amidst the dense white of the storm.
