Chapter 200 Who’s next?

The aftermath of the final showdown with Agamemnon was a charnel house of shattered lives and broken dreams. Mariama surveyed the wreckage with a hollow ache in her chest, the brutalized bodies of friend and foe alike laying in macabre repose amidst the rubble. So much sacrifice, so much suffering – all in pursuit of her unquenchable thirst for vengeance. A part of her had known, even as she'd set the wheels in motion all those years ago, that the cost would be staggering. But no amount of foresight could have prepared her for the visceral reality of it all. She felt Andre's presence at her side before he spoke, the comforting weight of his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. His voice, when it came, was low and thick with the weight of all they'd endured. "You did what had to be done, my love," he murmured, his fingers tracing idle circles against the taut muscles knotted there. "Never doubt that." Mariama turned to face him, her gaze searching the contours of his face –