From high above, Sarah Jane watched everything burn. The warlocks had set the fires, their chants freeing the people her family had enslaved. Smoke curled into the sky, swallowing the house, the barn, and the life Sarah Jane once knew.

In the pen, Jezebeth ran, screaming as the glowing-eyed boars closed in. One caught her leg, dragging her down. They tore her apart, blood splattering the mud. Sarah Jane wanted to look away but couldn't.

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"I didn't want this," she whispered, her chest aching.

The flames rose, and Sarah Jane let the stars pull her away. For the first time, she wasn't afraid. She was free.