My decision was made.
I knew what I had to do.
I think, in some way, I always knew.
It was inevitable.
I’d seen and done too much in my past to have any other outcome.
Death avoided me, taking everyone else around me, even from a young age.
I was cultivated and prepared for this exact thing and now that the head of the society had played his trump card, all bets were off.
There was no way I would meet up with the others at the rendezvous point.
They would only get in my way.
I had a score to settle. To write a wrong I made several years ago. I needed to kill the next on my list to stop this war. The one I was eager to rid the world of.
There was no kind of justice for a man like him.
There never would be. He deserved everything that was coming his way. They all did.
The only way to finish this was to let me do what I did best.
It was time to go hunting.