The blade slipped deep into Raenesviel's chest. The pain was as instantaneous as ever any wound could be. She did not think of the betrayal at that moment. There were no flashes of anger. No burning need for instantaneous vengeance. There wasn't even confusion. There was merely a short blade between her ribs, near to her heart and how it danced close with her survival.
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