She'd only just been able to make it back to Aubin's suffocating cottage before her rage exploded out of her in a fiery torrent. Accidental magical outbursts weren't common in adults who had been properly trained unless in cases of emotional turmoil. Witnessing her husband actually fuck a woman that was supposedly their enemy for twenty years certainly qualified. Sparks caused her hair to stand on end. She could feel the presence of the magic building up inside of her. Focusing on a tall tree that had never done the least bit of harm in its entire existence, she directed her rage at it, demolishing it to splinters with hardly any effort. Still not feeling satisfied, she repeated it on another tree and then another and then another. Half the trees within a hundred meters were gone in no time. Only then was her body exhausted enough that when she laid down on the sofa in the damned cottage, she fell immediately asleep in a deep magical sleep that affected the magically drained.