Before the sun set, the minions of the dead Tyrant accepted the death of their ruler. Rain watched with a dark expression as the countless hands stopped moving for a while, and then started to claw at the flesh of the dead abomination.
The corpse was going to come undone much sooner than she had expected, allowing the monstrous hands to prowl freely.
She wanted to be as far away from the swarm of them as possible when that happened.
Soon, she was pulling Tamar's stretcher through the mud once again. It had been torturously hard and exhausting before… but now, Rain did not feel any strain at all. It was so easy that the bitterness of her past efforts seemed like a joke.
She was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she had become an Awakened, smiling brightly from time to time.
Tamar was slowly coming to terms with it, too.
The young Legacy spoke from the stretcher:
"But… how, exactly, did you do it?"