Zoya stood amidst the aftermath of her dark and forbidden magic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surveyed the destruction that lay before her. The bodies of her enemies lay scattered around her, their lifeless forms twisted and broken by the power of her spells.
But even as she basked in the aftermath of her victory, a sense of unease gnawed at Zoya's heart like a hungry beast. She knew that she had delved too deeply into the forbidden arts, that she had unleashed forces beyond her control in her quest for vengeance.
Her breath turned shallow as they all dropped dead, leaving the forest with the foul stench of their burnt corpses, but after wielding the powers of the flaming crystal, she suddenly felt dizzy.
