The dome dissolved into wisps of dark energy, dissipating like smoke caught in wind. Gunn stepped over Raze's motionless body without a second glance, his hooded gaze fixing on Mariabel where she knelt in the street.
Her flames had died completely, exhaustion leaving her defenseless as the Master rank cultivator approached with measured steps. Tears still streamed down her face, grief and rage warring in her golden eyes.
"Your turn," Gunn said simply.
Mariabel forced herself to stand despite legs that trembled from depleted reserves. Her hands came up in fighting stance even though she had nothing left to give, even though she knew this was suicide.
"I'll kill you," she whispered, voice raw from screaming. "I don't care what it takes, I'll find a way to kill you for what you did to him."
"Empty threats from someone who can barely stand," Gunn replied. "But I appreciate the spirit, makes this more satisfying."
He moved.
Whoosh.
