Valeria stood, her breath catching in her throat, as she gazed upon the aftermath of her actions. Under her, Cedric lay defeated, the reality of what she had done washing over her in waves of disbelief and shock.
The transformation, the surge of power that had coursed through her veins, and the decisive blow she had delivered—all of it seemed beyond the realm of her understanding.
Cedric, once a formidable adversary, now defeated by her hand, underscored a truth she was only beginning to grapple with.
The realization that she had, with seemingly effortless power, brought down Cedric, left Valeria reeling. It wasn't just the act itself but the ease with which she had executed it, a stark contrast to the struggle she had anticipated.
"What is happening to me?" Valeria whispered to herself, her voice a mix of wonder and confusion.