The things that followed were truly a sight to behold.
Holding nothing back, Fay, cloaked in nothing but her aura, slashed away with her flames at the already dying beast, corrupting the space whenever she wanted to cut.
In a sense, her flames never came into contact with the beast itself, only ever corroding reality and splitting it in the path her targets would take.
This thought…
I couldn't tell for sure whether this observation of mine influenced Fay inside of her trail or if we simply got the same idea at the same time, Fay flared up her dignifying aura, making it seem as if white, see-through flames became loose, upturned coat, cloaking her from her ankles to her neck.
And with the very next moment, the intensity of Fay's burning aura diminished, with all of the raging power condensing at the tip of her elegant finger with which she touched the leftovers of the heretic beast's main body.
WHOOSH!
