She walked towards that final pathway, scythe still in hand, and opened that final door, finding it surprisingly unlocked.

There was no hallway, only an entrance into a small, pure white room, with a single professional desk and chair at the other end. "I take it you are the one who has been causing such a ruckus in there tonight?" The figure at the desk did not even look up from his writing.

"And you, the one who has desecrated the sanctity of life?"

An almost disappointed sigh filled the room. "You're one of those types, I see."

She launched forward, ready to take his neck, but still without looking forward, the body of the villainous vampire erupted into a wave of liquid shadow. Luckily, her force landed her against the wall past him rather than in contact with the erupting shadows, but she quickly had to launch herself back out of the entrance as the darkness began to flood and whip around the room.

Reentering the main warehouse once more, the shadows followed, as a mass of almost ink-like darkness carpeted the space like a two dimensional octopus reaching for its prey.

As the shadow moved through the open space, it envelops the knocked-out thrall on the ground, making their skin tighten and putrefy in a matter of seconds, choking any sign of life out of him.

"The 'sanctity of life' is as meaningless as it is ephemeral in the face of results." His form stood out in the center of this image sprawling across the ground, the shadows beginning to creep up his own body, accentuating his sharp features.

"What results could possibly justify the atrocities you commit? The karma on you is nearly as black as the shadows you wield!" She steeled her nerves, not knowing how well her defenses would hold up to the tendrils beneath her feet.

"Karma, justice, fate, divine judgment, do you know what they all have in common?"

The tendrils flinch.

"They are formless, base concepts! Nothing more!"

The shadow rockets all in towards Kali, but her eyes catch their movement in time to leap away from them.

"Show me an ounce of karma, a crumb of justice! You can't, can you?" The shadows launch forward with each point he feels he makes, but Kali evades them as much as she stays firm in her mindset.

"But wealth, power, status, and achievement, those are physical, palpable victories. If I'm going to stake my life on anything, it'll be the real."

As she continues to evade, she is able to jump towards a ladder, using her scythe as a lever to launch herself upwards. Unfortunately, the shadow follows, with Nikhil himself becoming one with it himself.

Once she reached the top of the ladder, the shadow had fully climbed up the wall, and he came bursting from it, clawed hand grasping towards her.

She is barely able to dodge, swinging her scythe towards him. However, what she seeks to cut is not his body.

The Euthanitoi rule over the magic sphere of Entropy, which deals with fate, predetermination, and most importantly, chance. The karmic lines that Kali saw and believed in, are unrelated to her magic, and it's an ability that had awakened years before her other powers ever did. 

But, they did work in tandem. For while Kali's true magic was in fate and chance, the greater her target's karmic weight, the greater her level of control over their luck. All she had to do was loosen the threads,

And let the wheel turn.

What was really cut was the mass of umber threads around the vampire. Although for Kali, the force was real enough, adding enough spin to her launch to send her to the iron grate floor of the balcony atop the stairs, overlooking the warehouse floor.

Not knowing anything had happened, Nikhil rushed forward once more. But, luck had already begun to bend. 

Perhaps the force that caused it was his nature as a Lasombra, making technology erratic, but the light above them flickered on, pushing the light of the shadows down onto the floor beneath them through the grate, fully missing Kali as she dodged his body as well.

This last piece also made up her mind for the next course of action.

She leaped upward, grabbing onto the metal rafter that held up the lights, and enacted her next, final spell.

"You decry karma and justice as ephemeral concepts, and maybe you are right," she began, as Nikhil recovered himself, struggling to manifest his shadows solidly on the grate.

However, she did not struggle. Entropy had been working its way to aid in her success. Her minor power in Forces let her better understand the energy she wanted, and Matter allowed her to transmute it. All it took was the final push.

"But if they are not real enough for you, then allow me to be their will MADE MANIFEST!" With the mighty declaration, her spell was enacted, turning the light from simple room lighting to a mighty pillar of light that would compete with a stadium spotlight, directly down onto Nikhil.

The light was bright enough to dispel his shadows completely, and blind him all the while. The intensity made the light crackle and burn out in a matter of seconds, but that's all Kali needed.

She dropped down, scythe still in hand, as Nikhil scrambled to recover. But he would be too slow, as she put all of her strength into a final strike, bringing her blade fully, physically, down on his neck.

Silence rang, as everything waited.

"If you are an agent of fate," Nikhil began, in a quiet wheeze. "Then you are merely its puppet." He turned back with a wry smirk.

"The wheel will turn for you too." 

Kali turned around in surprise, as she had not uttered those words aloud to him, but when she did the outcome of the battle was apparent. His head slid off from his neck, and the second it was separated decades of unlife caught up to him, decaying him to little more than bones in a matter of seconds.

She was left with nothing but silence to ruminate on his words. After a minute or so, she put that aside, returning her scythe into its base materials once more, and slinking back into the cover of night.

After making sure those who had fled did in fact leave the premises, she too made her way back to her mentor. But those final words would echo inside for some time.

For as much as she could see with her eyes, with her powers, she could not see her own lines of karma and fate. She could only live and try her best.

But no matter how virtuous or noble you are, for each being who lives, and thinks, and acts, the tide is ever in flow.

For good, or bad, the wheel will always turn.