Dimly, I heard her call for help.

Ready to go scorched earth, I coaxed my internal flame into an inferno to eradicate the wards before they could rearrange my synapses. While my fire didn't hurt me, the ward lines hissed, burrowing faster and deeper in response, so I extinguished the flames.

The ward lines retracted, pulsing faintly.

I had all my motor functions, could think clearly, and didn't appear to be missing any memories, but I had freaking wards in my ...