“So…it’s done then?” the wizard asked, waving a hand to dispel his magical barrier.
The warrior took several cautious steps toward her love. Her blade was slick with fresh blood, the same blood that coated her face and drenched her black hair. The metallic stench of her fallen nemesis filled the air. All that remained now of her unhinged sister was viscera and gore.
She nodded. “I… I think so.”
The wizard approached. He took his partner’s free hand, unafraid of the crimson staining her pale skin. “Then you’re finally free.”
“Am I?” There was a slight quiver in her voice. She dropped her sword, the silver blade clattering to the floor and echoing throughout the wide chamber. Her eyes wandered to the giant skull adorning the far wall above the altar, its ruby eyes dull by still staring daggers through her.
The wizard drew the warrior’s gaze back to him. “I believe you are, my love. And if nothing else, then you are most certainly on the right path. You are finding a way back to your heart.”
The warrior nodded again. Then she threw herself into her lover’s embrace and permitted herself to cry.