The flames burst from Eleanor's massive eyes and washed over Vixy's body, leaving nothing but ashes behind to serve as evidence of Vixy's demise.
Just like that, she was dead, a testament to how sudden death could come to anyone in this brutal universe.
Ivana screamed, performing a soundless cry for nine to hear.
The times she and Vixy spent together flashed in the mind of the little Primordial.
But there was nothing she could do.
A sickening look I delight appeared in Eleanor's eyes. She could hear the rejoicing of the residual wills of the elders in her mind.
So this was how it felt to watch someone she hated suffer? She loved this feeling very much.
She didn't just hate the Primordial Fox though, Eleanor hated all the foxes and peacocks in existence.
It didn't matter who they were; as foxes and peacocks, Eleanor would have a gut-wrenching hatred for them that had never truly been satisfied.
