[i]Irina would remain silent for a few moments, before a slight, quiet laugh would escape those smiling lips, the drenched weapon's blade dripping with scarlet blood. The laugh was such a satisfying, devilish guffaw, as if the Vileblood had found true enjoyment in such a terrible event.[/i] "Oh, we'll meet. And you'll be dead for good, I'll traverse Hеll and back to make sure of that." [i]As Arianna, still twitching from the electricity, steadily rose up, the mother of the two younger Vilebloods would beckon for them to leave, as Isaac, the only innocent other than Mortar in the current situation, lifted up his sister's shoulder and carried her off. Irina merely let the blade of her new sword slam into the earth, that cruelly edgy- er, dreadful chuckle repeating over and over again, only growing louder until it became a sharp laughter of absolute joy.[/i] [i]It seemed as if Irina had descended back into insanity.[/i]