Freya's POV
Maya flung me through the air like I weighed nothing, and I crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Pain shot through my body as I gasped for breath, but I clenched my fists, forcing myself to rise.
"Is that all you've got?" Maya sneered, brushing dirt off her hands. "Honestly, I expected more from you, Freya. Such a disappointment."
Her words stung, but the rage bubbling inside me was stronger. My vision blurred for a moment before my eyes shifted to a dark, glowing gold.
Maya raised an eyebrow. "Oh, looks like someone’s angry now. Come on, Freya. Show me what you've got!"
She barely had time to finish her taunt before I charged at her with supernatural speed, landing a solid punch to her face. The satisfying crack of bone echoed in the air, and she stumbled back, touching her lip. Her fingers came away stained with blood.
Her smile faded. "Enough of these games. It's time for you to die."
Before I could react, she lunged, grabbed me by the throat, and slammed
