“This is exactly what I meant!” Celestia shouted, her voice shaking with terror. “This one is far more dangerous than her twin.” Lucky felt herself lifting off the ground, even as the heat continued to burn at her coat, charring the skin beneath. She was consumed by the heat, by agony sightless and infinite. She could only see suggestions of the others in the room with them—of Princess Luna, her back turned on both of them and eyes downcast. Of Lightning Dust, her body a vague blur.