Evelyne stood by the riverbank, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out at the dark, rushing waters. Her eyes were still moist, with a hint of tears in them. Her mind has not recovered from her loss.
The night was quiet, the only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—grief for her brother, anger at Hamen, and a desperate need for vengeance.
When Inadrys appeared beside her, she didn't even flinch. She had called for him, and he had come, just as he always did.
"Evelyne," Inadrys said, his voice soft but commanding. "You've been through much tonight. But you don't have to face it alone."
Evelyne turned to him, her eyes filled with tears. "What am I supposed to do, Inadrys?" she asked, her voice trembling. "My brother is dead, and Hamen… he doesn't care. He just let Jolthar walk away. I feel so… powerless."
"I have dealt with the issue of Jolthar; he will be dead."
