"I want it intact! Ifrit doesn't normally light things on fire that easily." Automatons building themselves? Asaigh had to see how something like that came to be. Her quill glows alight with red energy, which she blasts at Feltok's head. The aether acts akin to a blast from a shotgun, though with the added benefits of being pure magical energy. Ifrit stays back, per Asaigh's earlier instructions.