The last surviving member of the original group, Jaune, screamed back at the new invader.
"Rose! I knew I was wrong to trust your word! This is not how you said it would go!"
The weeping woman ignored Jaune's scream; instead, she held her hand out to the ground and made a bed of roses. Then, she lifted the boy's corpse with rose stem tendrils and placed it on the flower bed. Once nestled in place, she crossed his arms.
The woman knelt by the dead boy's side, grew a rose from her hand, and placed it on his chest. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears.
Finally, she rose and turned to face the scene of carnage. At the far end of the hall, shrouded in darkness, the Master of Lust had appeared just like had been foretold, peeking around the corner, hiding behind his legion like the coward he was.
***
Vale had heard the message of a new challenger ring in his ear and had come to warn his forces. By the time he'd rounded the corner, he witnessed an unexpected sight.
