"H–How is this possible?" I shifted backwards, stretching my right hand toward the bastard who had caused me so much pain.
The bastard who had succeeded in tarnishing my reputation in more ways than one.
Marcellus tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "What? You don't believe in miracles?"
My teeth ground so hard I thought they might break from the pressure.
"Speak now you devil!" I sneered, my fingers already tingling with my magic. "I destroyed you. I–I reduced you to ash."
He raised his hands slowly, clapping. "And what an impressive feat that was. I would've given you a medal but—"
"You'd better go back to whatever hellhole you crawled out from." I clenched my right fist which was still pointed at him.
My right hand glowed with a bright violet light as the wind picked up speed. The blue lightning rumbling through the sky intensified and grew in power.
