"She's just a damn woman!" the leader shouted, enraged. "I'll have her one way or another!"
He lunged toward her again, but Ayesha didn't back away.
Something inside her shifted.
A cold, dark mist began to seep from her skin, swirling like smoke with a mind of its own. It slithered across the floor, then shot out like fangs, latching onto the rogues, piercing through flesh, strangling throats, wrapping around limbs and pulling bodies apart.
Screams echoed inside the chamber.
Ayesha felt no remorse. No fear. Only rage. They were monsters. They deserved this.
Blood splattered across the walls as the mist tore through every man inside. One tried to run, but the dark tendrils dragged him back into the shadows.
She stood at the center of the chaos, the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. Everything was eerily silent now.
