Spells streaked through the air with a fierce gale, striking Cyrus's body as her consciousness began to slip away. A chaotic blur of voices echoed in her ears:
"Monster!"
"Go to hell!"
"Kill her! Don't let her get near!"
"Attack the Basilisk's eyes, hurry!"
"Traitor! Criminal! Vile Death Eater!"
"Why! We trusted you so much!"
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her black robes, which were stained with fresh blood. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile, her pearly white teeth forming a stark contrast against the bloody crimson on the side of her face.
Chapter 101