Nalia struggled to pull herself out of the flames, but the lava held on to her like a long-lost lover, its heat so much more powerful than the oceans and lakes she had morphed into. She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave its burning embrace. Nothing and no one could hurt her here. It felt good to give into the darkness, to the fury and rage that had been boiling within her all her life. Yes, the fire seemed to say, you are home. Nalia’s body licked up the sides of the cavern and she destroyed, burned, annihilated. After a lifetime of keeping her Ifrit nature in check, she gave into the gorging delight of destruction. She was heat and flame, she was the terror in the night. But almost as quickly as she settled into this new sensation, the wish was upon her and her body writhed, an inferno of pain, fire lacerating every part of her until all she wanted was to get out, to grant and grant and grant. The wish, the wish. It didn’t matter if Malek was out of his mind. She still had to grant his wish.
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