80: High waters

The destruction of the cabin sent shockwaves through the clearing, followed by an oppressive silence. The only sounds were from the hissing of the vines as they withdrew from the rubbles and returned to the earth, the creaking of splintered wood, and the distant hoot of a bird. Jodie stood frozen, her chest heaving with exertion, as she gazed upon the destruction she had unleashed.

What had she done? She looked at Lucy's statue, and a cold realisation dawned on her. The girl was dead. Stone cold, dead.

A mix of emotions swirled within her: guilt, anger, and a hint of satisfaction. But as the magic continued to course through her veins, her heart began to harden, numbing all those emotions and making her seemingly detached from them. She felt a disconnect from her actions, as if she was observing herself from outside her body.