So there I was, the mangled, blood-soaked corpse of my precious little sister in my arms, struck down in a moment of burning hatred by someone I might have loved. On my knees, surrounded by the smouldering bodies of everyone I once knew, I gazed up at him with blind fury in my eyes. Gathering up the remains of my strength, I channeled my energy into my chest, and he was gone in a breath of a whisper.

“Caltum catori.”