Marra's POV:-

I stab her with the shuriken, thrusting it as much as my tired strength permits into her solid but yielding flesh.

Dark blue flames - the same ones she produced to frighten her own son earlier - consume her. Twirling black smoke and raucous, agonized shrieks echo through the ballroom. Soon there is nothing left, not ash nor bones, where she stood. Not a speck, not a mark, of her vile existence.

I cry.