"There are no more victims," Tanzila said.
Tanvir tilted his head slightly.
"Everything is a victim."
She stepped closer, carefully balancing on fragments of existence.
"You've gone beyond killing."
"I always was beyond it."
"Then what is this?"
Tanvir looked around.
At the emptiness.
At the absence of everything.
"This," he said calmly,
"is completion."
Tanzila's voice broke.
"You're calling this… complete?"
Tanvir's expression didn't change.
"There is no suffering now."
"There is nothing now!"
"Exactly."
Silence.
Endless.
And for the first time—
Tanzila realized something terrifying.
He wasn't enjoying this.
He wasn't cruel.
He was certain.