When the screams subsided, Anastasia opened her eyes. Her feet touched the ground and the magic in her gradually came to a halt. She sagged on the floor on her knees with a ragged breath. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her breath and her magic. She had never felt this kind of a strong magic before and it left her feeling weak. When she raised her face up to scan the surroundings, she raised her eyebrows in surprise to see tiny orbs of yellow and white light floating in the air around her. They lit the cave dimly. Was that her magic?
Her gaze went to the floor in the front and there they were… winged demons in a heap of gore. Lying on the ground with sliced limbs and heads and battered and broken wings. The two whom she had killed before were lying beneath all of them. She could see the blood flowing out in rivulets from there. It had pooled in the small pits of the cave's floor.
