This is all my fault.
Bianca's mind kept going back to that one thought.
She held in her hands a tiny figure. An ashen golem the size of a small toy. It had a serene face despite the chaos that surrounded it. Bianca knew this soul well. It was one that she would never mistake for someone else.
It was Elian Reed.
The young boy she saved just a few months ago. Someone who she intended to use and throw away in the beginning. And now was the most important person to her.
Idiot.
That was the only word fit to describe him. For all his tactical brilliance he was a foolhardy idiot. Whenever it concerned Bianca, his logic flew out the window. Bianca should be angry; she should be frustrated. Yet she couldn't help but feel relief.
We meet again Heaven's Fist.
At her feet was the man who tormented her nightmares. Someone she died to defeat. In truth, the moment Bianca saw him, the images of Heaven's Fist's atrocities surfaced in her mind.
