Chapter 43: The Escape
Lirian's tears streaked her face as the golden butterflies swarmed the masked man.
They glowed with an intense, bright light, their wings looked like they were sharp as blades.
The creatures darted around him, slicing through his cloak and cutting deep into his skin.
"What is this magic?!" He yelled through gritted teeth.
He staggered back, swatting at the butterflies, "What—what is this?" he roared, blood was staining his hands as the swarm drove him to his knees.
"They're mine," Lirian hissed.
Even though she was trembling with power and rage, she didn't want him to see the fact that Lirian didn't know how to use them correctly.
But for the first time, she felt control over her magic.
The butterflies moved as if connected to her thoughts, and she directed their attacks with every ounce of her will.
