Ignis drove her fist into the eye she had ripped free, shattering it in one blow. She didn't stop there. Her other hand shot out, grabbing another floating eye from the steam, and slammed it into the ground. Golden fire poured from her palms, engulfing both eyes until nothing remained but ash and fading embers.
More eyes opened in the tear of reality. They fired in unison.
A dozen beams of ice-cold light screamed toward her, converging from every direction. Ignis twisted, but one of the beams caught her across the face.
The impact was devastating.
Half her head vanished, seared away by the freezing light. Bone, flesh, and scale dissolved into mist. Her body staggered backward, golden fire sputtering wildly around the wound.
For a heartbeat, she stood there, head half-gone, flames flickering like a dying candle.
Then the fire surged.
