Azanlin's POV
Azanlin stood still over Rensin's body, watching the blood soak into the rocky ground. He had done it. He had finally killed him. His old enemy. His biggest threat. Gone.
But the victory didn't taste sweet.
Ugarh walked up beside him, silent, eyes fixed on Rensin's still body. "We did it," he said.
"No," Azanlin replied coldly. "I did it."
Ugarh raised an eyebrow. "You're not happy?"
Azanlin didn't answer. His jaw tightened. His eyes weren't on Rensin anymore—they were staring at the spot where Adolfa had vanished.
"She escaped," he muttered, voice sharp. "He sent her away."
Ugarh looked uneasy. "He used the last of his power."
"And that makes him a fool," Azanlin snapped. "He wasted everything—for her."
Ugarh crossed his arms. "You should let
