Tracy watched the flames die down. She didn't say anything, nor did she take a look at the ruins of the room. The marble beneath her had long cracked due to the heat of the flames. As she stepped out of the room, she sent a bunch of fire wisps at the research vessels, burning down the entire space. Her last kindness to those innocent souls.
This time, however, the flames were determined to burn everything.
The scent of the smoke curled through the corridors of the labyrinth and chased after her. By the time she stepped past the corner, the smoke had clutched the back of her jacket like a stubborn child who refused to listen. However, Tracy didn't pay attention to these tiny details. She was still trying to control her rage, which was slipping out of her grasp in the form of magical leaks.
She was afraid that if she didn't control her rage, then she would certainly end up causing a lot of trouble. Not for her but for those who lived around this pack.
