The Devil's Broken Doll
She rose once more, drawing both arms back as the flame gathered again between her hands, denser this time, brighter, the light of it pushing harder against the dimness of the forest as it compressed into a single, contained point.
Then she drove it forward.
The Queenflame struck the creature’s torso and expanded outward in a controlled, devastating surge that tore through its structure, the ashen body fracturing under the force of it as the fire consumed what it touched, not burning but unmaking.
Still, it did not fall.
Not yet.
It moved through the damage, its form destabilising but not destroyed, its head snapping toward her as it pushed forward again, refusing to collapse under anything
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