(Sandy's Perspective)
I don't actually know what it looked like as the evil creature inside the gemstone was destroyed.
As soon as the Fae gold dagger cut into the stone, the burst of yellow light was blinding as the curse that bound it was broken.
What I do know is that it was painful.
The shockwave as the curse exploded was enough to lift anything not bolted down into the air and hurl it another ten feet backwards from the explosion's epicenter. Which essentially amounted to Dorian. Sean. Darby, Ian and me. We're all thrown, slammed down hard onto the unforgiving and squelchy wet earth.
When I open my eyes, I know I'm alive because death wouldn't hurt so much.
"Sandy!"
I groan acknowledgement of my name and from somewhere off to my right, Darby scrambles over the soaked grass to my side. Her hair is a wet, tangled mess full of twigs and leaves, she's soaked through, covered in mud and there's a rapidly healing scorch mark across one high cheekbone.
