Dispel the firefly

Tyra holds out her hand, and a ripple of divine, cleansing magic ripples through the room. The firefly immediately dissipates, like a candle being snuffed out by a strong breeze. It seems to leave a gentle crackling noise as its magic sputters out, and then the room goes silent.

Tyra glances over at Diana, who’s raised an eyebrow. ”Can’t be too careful lass,” she shrugs. ”For all we know it could’ve exploded! Come on, let’s go.”

The two of them continue into the corridor on the other side of the room.