Helena's scream was no longer human; it was the sound of a star collapsing. The sheer volume of her anguish combined with the raw magical output triggered something primal within her bloodline.
Her pupils vanished behind two twin suns of roaring crimson fury.
"DIE!" she shrieked, the word dissolving into a guttural roar. "DIE, YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"
She thrust both hands forward in a violent, desperate motion. The air itself seemed to ignite as she unleashed her signature spell, the Flame Lance.
A three-meter spear of compressed, white-hot plasma erupted from her palms, shrieking through the air like a wounded god. When it struck Rex, it didn't just hit him; it detonated.
BOOM CRACK!
The sound was like a mountain splitting open. The velvet armchair didn't just burn; it disintegrated into superheated splinters that flew outward like shrapnel.
