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ARIANA'S POV.
Panic like no other resonated through me, and my shriek tore echoes down.
And in that shriek, something new was born. As I screamed, it transformed into something primal, bringing some harshness along with it, and Miguel fell to the ground as they dropped him.
Sunny also gave a grunt as they plopped him down. I stayed there on my knees, breathing hard, feeling some insane energy course through me. It felt like I could stomp towards them, and rip them apart, scream, and tear out their innards. Like I could kill them even though they were dead already, and would probably have no innards.
The spirits retreated, slinking back into the shadows as they watched me. They recognized me already. They knew who I was.
My chest heaved, as I turned to Sunny.
