The flame caught and soon engulfed the Milesian, as swiftly and as easily
as if it had been dry leaves. It screamed as it burned and thick, choking
black smoke filled the platform. It burned bright enough with a white-hot
blue flame that it could be seen below the smoke. The scream died away as
the body was replaced by ash.
An express line raced through the tunnel and platform without stopping,
pulling the smoke along with it down the tunnel.
The air clear, there was nothing to fear in the pile of black dust.
"You will have need of that magic again, I fear," Willy said. "That was but
the first of many."