The pain pierced through Abrielle's body, she didn't think she was going to be able to beat Jocelyn. The end was near; how many near-death experiences had she had since coming here?
"Any last words," Jocelyn drawled; Abrielle could barely hear her, everything going dark. "I am sorry, Cedric," she muttered; Abrielle didn't know why she felt she had to say those words.
They had hurt each other; she always told herself she didn't regret her actions. It was all to survive, but yet, at this moment, it felt like she was about to move on from this world. They felt like the right words to say. The invisible grip on her neck tightened. She couldn't fight it anymore
Her hands grew weak, and she stopped fighting. Her life was fading slowly, and then it happened: the black flame tattoo on her neck glowed a blue light. The heavy air was denser with something dark, even dark for Jocelyn. Puzzled, her eyes darted around; she felt something coming but could not determine the direction.
