"Did he really think that he can push me away that easily?"
Rosela gritted her teeth as she balled her fist so hard that blood started dripping from her hand. Her eyes had already darkened into black orbs, and the air around her had become steeped with sinister tension as she boiled in her own hatred.
Eventually, a dark mist enveloped her visions, a dark magic manifesting itself in front of her.
"It's been a long time since you called out for me, Rosela," a voice from the mist reverberated through the air as it hovered around her.
"I want to kill her," Rosela grunted. "I need more dark magical stones."
"You do know that dark magical stones are very hard to find, Rosela," the black mist coolly replied.
"I already used up the ones I still had," she murmured. "I need more if I want to keep going."
