(Author's POV)
"Myra Miracle, you have served your purpose here. It is time to hit your ending, my dear friend." Aamon's smirk was chilling her to the bone. In a voice that didn't sound human anymore, he thundered, "Go die with those rabid dogs~~ … you filthy mutt human. You …. belong with each other.GO DIEEEE …. BURN WITH THEM. BURNNNNNNNNN~~~~~~~~~…." His eyes turned Venta.
Hearing his words, Myra's face turned all pallid, her hazel eyes widened in pure terror as fear choked the breath out of her.
Aamon took a long sniff of the air as if he was sensing the victory. He could already see the finish line, and his smirk grew even wider, almost reaching his eyes.
Then, without a second thought, he hurled her back with brutal strength with his tail, followed by the blazing fireball made up of hellfire.
Myra let out an ear piercing, guttural scream, "AAAAAAaaaaaaa," as she went flying, careening backwards, blood still dripping down her wrist, onto the palm, like a broken faucet.
