The second extremist's wail of despair echoed across the hillside as he examined his newly blackened features.
His perfectly groomed beard had been reduced to crispy stubble, and his eyebrows had simply ceased to exist.
'Pfft…he looks like burnt toast'
The third extremist tried to speak, but only managed a weak wheeze.
His vocal cords had apparently been temporarily paralyzed by the shock, leaving him opening and closing his mouth like a confused fish.
One by one, they toppled over like dominoes, their charred bodies hitting the grass with satisfying thuds.
'Well. That was quick.'
Lola dusted off her hands with the satisfaction of someone who'd just finished a mildly irritating chore.
The terrifying aura of power dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.
She turned toward Noah, her usual playful smile returning as if she hadn't just single-handedly defeated three Adept-level mages.
"Don't be afraid," she said cheerfully, already moving toward the unconscious extremists.
