Lost it...?

[she laughs a little at that, despite him blocking her explosion, despite her grip on her own arm.

the shadows of the furnace solidify a bit more all around them, forming vague, dark humanoid shapes, each with a faint light within them.

Too long have we suffered, they whisper. Scorching-- burning-- eternally raging!

sparks fly once more as the furnace's flames rage, but she remains unafraid of the fire.]

This is Kazdel. My Kazdel.

[Our Kazdel, our home!]

All those eyes, and you still don't see what you really need to see with them. Shame. Maybe you would've figured me out faster if you did! Maybe you could've even done something before it ever happened...?

[needling him once more, a pointed barb.]

I've had the advantage the whole time.

[she grips a shard of crystal still left in her palm, focusing... and all around her, the originium stalagmites begin to crack, glowing with heat from within. brighter and brighter.

black crystal tears through her right sleeve, jagged points of it growing up her arm, teeth grit against it once more--

and the stalagmites blow.]