Elize closed her fist and her eyes and when she opened them, she raised her hands. Red tendrils of magic swirled and swirled until they formed a storm above her. With another roar, she released that magic and the roof above them blasted. Everything caught fire. Nessa and Owen screamed for their life as Elize walked out of the house that was once her abode.
As she walked out, she didn't feel a modicum of regret for burning it and razing it down. She didn't regret leaving the two people in the house, screaming and running for their life. She didn't feel sad to use her magic. In fact, Elize felt liberated. Her magic that was hissing and craving to come out after hearing Nessa and Owen as if it was an entity. With it out of her body, she felt… lighter. She took a deep breath and walked out of the house with her chin tipped up, with confidence.
