Elijah groaned, climbing back to his feet. Everything hurt, but the scene before him wiped such thoughts from his mind. Starfire consumed the chamber, burning hotter than even Elijah’s dragon flame. A flash, then only ash remained. Elijah’s heart lurched in his chest. Amidst the ash stood a sun in a woman’s shape, wearing Felicity’s face. He feared few things, but now he stared down a force of nature. Yet, that force of nature turned its face to his student. His student.

“Felicity!” he roared, striding across the charred chamber. The woman was lost to her power; when she turned to him, her eyes bore no recognition. Pure rage consumed her humanity. White hot flames erupted from her body, surging for Azza. Elijah clenched his teeth and focused. He channeled his own pyroaffinity, his mind grabbing hold of the raging fire and pushing it back with raw force of will.

This only made her angrier. She burned brighter. The power within her was deeper than the ocean, but Elijah could see its tangled threads thrashing against reality. He twitched his fingers, tracing a single, devastating constellation once, twice, thrice. The Shears of Shakhara manifested in his mind's eye as a swarm of spectral scissors slashing the threads of Felicity’s magic. The last strand snapped with a shockwave of force that nearly knocked him over.

“It’s done,” he whispered, trying desperately to believe it.