𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Chapter 35

My magic... It's almost gone.

I flinched as I lowered my arms, causing my clones to disappear one by one. I knew this would happen. Summoning so many clones whilst making them cast spells alongside me... It was too much for my magic to handle. Thus, I wasn't able to keep it going for much longer. I could only hope that everything I did was enough to finally kill this bitch, it had to be, or else I would have no choice but to shamefully retreat, and I... I honestly didn't want to do that. It won't just be a punch to my ego and my title, but it also meant disappointing my mates and my sister, I didn't want to disappoint them. I didn't want them to think that I was too weak to fight Madrona.

This had to be the end of this fight. It had to be. There's no way it wasn't.

With shaking legs, I weakly began walking towards Madrona's body. I didn't have enough magic to analyze her body from afar, thus, against my better judgment, I had no choice but to feel her neck for any pulse. I just had to make sure she was dead, or else I'll be thinking about it forever. Even as my feet stepped into the puddle of her blood, I doubted its authenticity. For all I knew, this could be another one of her tricks... Perhaps this was ketchup all along, but the liquid was dark red, shiny, and had a thick texture. It really did appear to be blood. I just had a hard time believing it.

As soon as I was near her body, I carefully kneeled beside her. I watched her chest for any sign of breathing, but thankfully, it wasn't moving at all. My hands were trembling as I held her wrist, only to feel relieved to find that it was already cold. While human corpses needed twelve hours to become cool, supernatural bodies would instantly be cold to the touch once they're dead. Therefore, this was a good sign, and I was starting to become optimistic about this.

For the first time since I faced Madrona, I smiled.

I smiled as my eyes roamed her body. Her dress that she kept playing with was no longer dark, no, it became a beautiful and mesmerizing mixture of red and black, the colors stared right back at me. It wasn't intact either, the dress had several cuts and holes, exposing her awful and disgusting nudity beneath the destroyed fabric. Although I wanted to vomit upon witnessing her inability to dress appropriately, I still continued to analyze her for signs of life. I could endure the digust of seeing her bare, I just had to be sure she was dead.

Her skin which was already atrociously pale from the start, was now a color of white, to the point that I was able to see her veins under all that blood and wounds. I then looked at her face and saw that her eyelids were slightly open, but her eyes weren't responding to the hand that I waved in front of her face. By now, everything about her was just screaming death, dead, demise, corpse, deceased, expired, and passed away. But I still had one more thing to check, her pulse.

I then moved my hand to touch her neck, closing my eyes and focusing in feeling her pulse. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as I pressed two of my fingers to the side of her neck, where the carotid arteries were. I let my fingers stay there for a few minutes before pulling away and heaving a heavy sigh.

There was.. no pulse. Nothing. I glanced at her wrist and decided to try it as well, thus, I then touched her hand and felt her radial artery. I became even more relieved as I received the same results, nothing. Pale, white skin, slightly open eyelids, cold to the touch, unresponsive, no signs of breathing, and no heartbeat. Did I actually do it? Everything confirmed that she was dead, holy shit...

This was too good to be true, and I was too paranoid to just leave it like this. Perhaps I should stab her heart in case she's faking everything. I already knew this bitch had too much secrets, thus, to calm my racing heart and my restless mind, I had to do something to reassure myself, something to ease my worries, to calm the unrelenting storm inside of my mind.