A blade intuned to arc, slicing through her abdomen. As the light fades, she finally feels the cool joy of snow. Darkness. Light. Purple, consuming void. It opens to devour her fire. Embraced by cold energy. The void has claimed its prey. But something else is amok. Arc energy courses through her wound. Defiant, the void fights back. The lightning jolts, taking the prize. Before the Web can even examine her, a fire starts. Small at first, but burns and burns until it consumes her. Fiery wings project from her back, and she rises anew. The Conflagration has reclaimed its daughter.