Elira's POV

I sent a kick to Dante's head, pain jolting through my legs but the pleasure ripping through my bones was overpowering. “Uncle, uncle. You were supposed to love me, you know. I mean I'm your family,” I chuckled as I staggered.

My eyes struggled not to give in to darkness and I had to hold onto the wall for support, “I felt pity for you to be honest when I heard the story. I mean what kind of family abandons their own.”

“But what did you do?” I clicked my tongue. “You bombed us,” my voice shook as I remembered the image. The way the orange flame swallowed...