She followed him and planted herself between Mulciber and the room. Her fire was very seldom used before today. For some, that might cause hesitation, but not for Qixia. She felt herself capable purely in the core of her being. Ah, yes, being... her form shifted back to her true morph. Even in the dim light afforded by that which Mulciber had led them by, her hair shimmered and glistened like polished metal.
A warmth billowed up from within her and without sound or movement, a spark erupted before her. Qixia opened her mouth and blew that spark into a flame. It flickered and grew and then roared into a massive inferno. She continued to blow into it and it licked at the ceiling and reached into the corners. There were tendrils that spun and swirled as it engulfed the entirety and yet, for a room full of fire, there was hardly any heat. None that Qixia could feel, at least, but so long as those who were near were good they were not like to feel even the barest of warmth.
Had it been long enough? No, not yet. She blew a little harder. Something was still in there, lingering, holding on... it was giving way. The Qilin seemed to be bearing down in those final moments. It would succumb, just... a... little... more...!
Qixia gave a gasp. The fire began to recede away and the room was left looking a little hazy, the stones were darkened but dry, no longer glistening with red or holding insignias. Qixia was panting from the effort and yet she was satisfied with the outcome, so much so that her feet planted on the floor. She hadn't shifted back to her human morph, it would take her time to recover and she knew that it would be better if she stayed as she truly was to do so. Even so, she turned and looked up at Mulciber with her big, brown, doe-like eyes and told him, "All done!"
