Crimson collided with gold.
“Impossible!” the beast’s eyes said as flames turned its claws into molten ash, burning through the marble beneath.
The fight was over.
It was brief and simple, but that was how it should’ve been. A foolish girl using borrowed power couldn’t compete with a talented mage.
Ash let go of the fire. His eyes were azure again and skin sun-kissed. The fire also faded away, leaving behind the sound of bells ringing somewhere in the distance. The curse had been broken. It, like the stained-glass window in the shards of which the morphing girl lay, shattered into million pieces. Only mages could hear its cries as it was exiled to the depths from which it had come.
“Two... Forms... Impossible...” The girl coughed as she assumed her human form. “Who... are you?”
