Lyfra ran as fast as she could to her nearby parked vehicle. She collapsed on the cushioned seat, gasping heavily. As she greedily inhaled oxygen into her cramped lungs, Sabrina's words echoed in her ears.
"Dorion is a sociopath. My sociopath. Do you think I care about Win or you guys? Pfft... Nah, you guys are too naive. Why would I bother with mortals when I can just mess with the gods? But here's a question, little one. Will you choose the oh-so-almighty right path and tell all of them about what I did, or will you accept the power I will bestow upon you and heed my advice?"
She vividly remembered the moment she witnessed Sabrina ripping Zerry's arm out of his shoulder socket because the boy had bumped into Dorion.
When Sabrina had enough of his screams, she used her healing ability to regrow his arm, and, in the next second, Zerry forgot all about the excruciating pain he was enduring.
