Stylla’s Decision

Stylla rammed her hands into the ground endlessly under Ed's gaze.

Her fury was apparent, with her teeth gnashed so hard that it looked like they would shatter soon.

Yet she didn't care.

She grunted and screamed to vent her frustration while digging holes in the hard, crusty dirt with her fists but this didn't help her get rid of this feeling of loss.

Was it her fault?

Should she have not brought Setkh here for the confrontation?

Would that have saved many from being killed?

Maybe.

Would that have stopped Setkh from escaping?

Perhaps.

But what was the use in thinking over it now? All Stylla could do was roar in anger at her stupidity, her blindness and grief at all that had happened today.

At the very least, she had wanted punishment for Setkh but right after Seddrik was killed by Red Rage, he and Karrun had escaped using the latter's peculiar Mind Casting technique.

That had been... crushing.