I lifted my talon up. Power envelopes in my palm. Swirls of black energy flows into a dark ball. In any battle situation, charging this much for so long is asking to be stabbed or shot in the face. Thankfully, this isn't a combat situation. Or at least not a normal one.

The mana I've gathered sparks and fizzes. It's getting to be more than I can control, but that doesn't matter as it's more than powerful enough for my needs.

Crack. A dark orb shoots at my target. The bolt collides with the wall of this infernal tower. An explosion rings out, clouds of dust appear for a moment before being consumed in a vacuum of my magic. The attracting force brings more of the surrounding area into the orb except for me. Hmph. No matter how much mana flows within these walls, enchanting and strengthening it, it's no match for my magic.

That's the final floor done. Hopefully this time will work, unlike my other two attempts and the worst hasn't come to pass yet. I will admit going after the source before so directly was foolish but emotions are hard to control even for I. I take my blade and slice. An opening is made in front of the wall I was facing. I look out. Clouds. A blue morning sky and a vast city below.

I leap out. My wings unfolding, slowing down my descent. It's not perfect however, these wings were not meant to carry my kind and gravity is a grave mistress. Only a few creatures can escape its grasp. No ordinary being can defy it.

Good thing I'm not ordinary. Mana engulfs my wings. A purple tint surrounding them. I fly down towards the center of the town and land on a nondescript roof.. Fallen are screaming and fleeing as their symbol crumbles. Many lives will be lost but I can't let that deter me. Trying to do it cleaner has already failed. Such drastic measures was my only option at this point.

The Tower tips and crumbles. The key structural supports I destroyed led to such an effect. The city walls are demolished as a result. The repairs would take one a lifetime to fix.

But it wasn't enough.

A blue flash comes from the center of what was the tower. It grows brighter and things start to reverse. Dead Fallen rise from their places and move to where they once were. Slowly, but even the sun itself starts to move in the sky towards the east. Time is being reversed, and while I am powerful enough to stop myself from reverting, I have no domain over time itself.

Even striking so soon that no one could prepare wasn’t enough. That settles it then, the pig has already chosen someone. I was too late.

...No. Not too late. While I failed to end it with these past attempts, fixing this new problem is simple enough.

I just need to erase the one who bears the curse.