Kingdom of Ash

erupted from Asterin.
Light, as Asterin made the Yielding.
As the Thirteen, their broken bodies
scattered around the tower in a near-circle,
made the Yielding as well.
Light. They all burned with it. Radiated it.
Light that flowed from their souls, their
fierce hearts as they gave themselves over to
that power. Became incandescent with it.
Asterin tackled the Blackbeak Matron to
the ground, Manon’s grandmother little more
than a shadow against the brightness. Then
little more than a scrap of hate and memory as
Asterin exploded.
As she and the Thirteen Yielded
completely, and blew themselves and the
witch tower to smithereens.