Mishka struggled to force out half a sentence before her voice failed entirely.
Mira finished it for her. "If there is a next life, swallow your jealousy. Never provoke the people you shouldn't, and maybe you'll actually live to see old age."
Mishka wanted to say more, but her strength was gone. Her mouth opened slightly before she took her final breath.
The Necrotic Catalyst was sprinkled down, erasing the very last trace of the demonic woman from the earth.
Just then, York Vance sent a text message. "We've secured the hostage. We're heading over to back you up right now."
"No need. Everything here has already been handled."
Mira replied.
"Handled? How did you handle it?"
Mira replied bluntly, "Wiped them out."
"What? Is that appropriate? Commissioner West never gave such an order."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. We've already reported the situation back to Commissioner West."
The crucial point was that this opportunity was too rare to pass up. Taking advantage of Mishka's arrogance today was their best shot at eliminating her quickly.
If they had let her go back, facing her head-on again would have been nearly impossible.
Mira and the others returned to the car, and the driver beamed. "Congratulations on taking out that monster.
It feels like the air is cleaner already."
He had been secretly watching from the shadows the whole time.
"But Mishka's father is still alive, and the criminal empire behind him hasn't been dismantled yet."
The driver simply said, "One less monster to worry about."
Returning to the inn, Warren Milton looked eagerly at Mira's group.
Seeing Owen nod, Warren's face instantly lit up with a joyous smile. "Hurry, let's eat. I had the kitchen prepare an absolute feast for you all."
The inn's dining hall was now staffed by Master Ellis's trusted insiders, meaning the food was completely safe to consume. The entire inn had essentially become their operational headquarters.
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