[HAWI]
For a moment there, there was silence.
Amina's words had gotten them into a kind of shock, one that even Mbali herself, despite going in and out of consciousness, was very aware of, and boy was it something that she wasn't ever going to accept.
The man on the ground with a stuffed mouth was a Russel warlock.
The warlock for the same family that had cost them all lives in every dimension. The same warlocks who had been the root of their pain and the same reason they had been unable to embrace their humanity in peace.
Those same warlocks had been proud in their desire to fuck up everything they worked for, and yet right now, they were standing face to face with one of them? If this wasn't the worst joke of the century, then what was it then?
How the fuck were they supposed to describe this?
"What?" Hawi asked barely above a whisper as she took in the sight before her.
Now That's gotta hurttt
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