The confidence that she had as we flew higher very obviously came from her military training, but it was rubbing off on me. It was also obvious that Ry was being worn down, but despite that, he was fighting harder than ever before, probably because he knew he could truly die.
“Do you want me to help?” my mom asked. I shook my head. This was something I had to do myself.
I froze mid-air and looked down right as Ry’s head snapped up towards me. I didn’t feel a moment of regret or hesitation about what I was going to do as I connected to my fire, the part of me that was purely a phoenix.The part of me that was going to kill him.I was no longer worried that I wouldn’t be able to do it, that it wouldn’t be enough—I couldfeelthe raw, unlimited power inside of me, waiting for my command.
My magic exploded out of me.
Flames shot out of my hand, barreling towards him. An inhuman roar burst out from him, vibrating the air. I celebrated in his pain as the sound washed over me, experiencing pure joy at his undoing. The creature inside of me let out a cry of victory, and as the last ounces of power left me, my vision grew spotty.
I began to fall, my body exhausted as I gave into the moment.
Ry was dead.
He was completely, truly dead.
He couldn’t hurt them anymore.