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[With heat absorbed from everything about it, the glyphs were the sole source of warmth in the area; its own temperature climbing at an alarming rate.
An inferno contained in winding symbols that carved itself into the land.
The point inching towards illuminated runes never came close. No flame, nothing but some ash and the seared end of the remain that hadn't been eradicated was all there was in the next instant]