MARICK POV
*trigger warning- Horror vibes*
I lowered my hand and fire reacted, like it always did. Flames got bigger and bigger until they were licking her trembling form and, with a mere twist of my wrists, they dropped, folding inward, sinking back into the ground in a slow, controlled retreat, leaving nothing behind but scorched earth in a perfect, unbroken circle around her.
The kind of precision that only came from something that had learned restraint.
Freedom.
Or something that resembled it closely enough to pass.
Her shoulders dropped instantly, a breath she didn’t need escaping her anyway, the reflex still there even if the necessity wasn’t, like her body hadn’t caught up to what she had become.
She stayed where she was.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t try to run.
Didn’t even look to
