Malik's neck solidified from flame to flesh.

I dug the disc deeper into Malik's shoulder, his body now corporeal all the way up his left side. "Fix him!"

Malik's fingers dug into the tapestry, white-knuckled and shaking, despite his level voice. "I can't."

"Then prepare to die."

He closed his eyes, and fire cascaded down his right arm in a sheath. "You are such a bother."

The disc flew out of my hand. I grabbed for it, then jumped back as flame ...