Krassu and Urien turned to look at Goodenia, their eyes glittering menacingly.
"Don't kill him, Amy," said Mag. I have to make an example of him. That's just the way this world works.
Amy nodded. "Yes, Father."
Goodenia sneered, and didn't deign to reply. He walked towards Amy.
Suddenly, a bluish violet fire rose from Amy's hand and immediately went up for a half meter. Its terrifying temperature burnt Goodenia's hair, brows, eyelashes, and shirt in almost an instant. The fire continued burning along his silk shirt.
"A magic caster?!" Goodenia cried. He rushed out, trying to put out the fire on him. In his panic, he dropped his purse.
The flame had turned into a fireball, and Amy was about to throw it out.
Mag touched Amy's head and smiled. "Okay, that's enough. If you throw that at him, you'll kill him." He has got what he deserves.
