Naught survived the incineration brought forth as the spirit at last took hold of Aleffa. Her skin was hot enough to melt the very ground, and torrents of spiraling flame burst forth from both her arms. Aleffa surrendered to the lust for pleasure that had slept dormant within her. The sea of fire spreading as far as the eye could see, the awakened flamekin felt unable to comprehend the limit to her latent powers of destruction.