Dahlia stared ahead, trying to ignore the exhaustion and pain. Even just channelling dark mana to numb her senses was becoming difficult and so the throb of missing limbs nagged at the back of her mind as a constant companion. It didn't matter though, couldn't matter, in the face of Josie's corpse.
A skeleton of onyx bones lay there, partially submerged in slag and lava that had since cooled. The genie-kin's flesh was long gone, leaving only the skeletal husk behind. That, as well as-
"Mom, you know how this kind of thing goes: don't get my hopes up and just tell me the facts."
Dahlia's throat was dry and raw, both too much heat and too much screaming and crying wore it down, but her mother was no better. Sabrina spoke from vocal cords that had long since been shredded, her words coming out as only a hoarse whisper.