Unelma 's blood was pumping ten times more than usual. Her face was clenched and she had no control over it. Her muscles seized up and a billion volts of lightening shot through her body. The lightning had a sulphur odour about it. The stench filled her nostrils and sank deep into her skull. The lightning had struck her chain which was in mid flow through the air. The lightening was visible as it flew down the chain. It struck her with tremendous force that it shattered her blade and her chain. Herself was hurled into the air and thrashed through multiple branches until she came to a standstill. Her body was obliterated and her mind was intact.

She flicked what was left of her hand and whispered. The whole world was going white. Her body was completely black no texture just a short sword and completely white hair. She stood up. Facing her opponent he screamed " Afterlife." This was no dream it was afterlife, her final resting place or his. She ran a him and swung her sword. Towards his groin.