The pain sears through his skin, and he feels like it might even be melting the flesh right off his bones, but he refuses to move a muscle, lest the beautiful blue flame die out.
They walk through a wet underground cave before the images around them flicker, and they walk through the desert, white sand, bright and dry in the moonlight, blow past them.
By their third step, they are high above the earth. Tristran only vaguely notices the trees and hills and rivers below, like small little toys, before his energy depletes and the last of the wax drips over the side of his very burnt hand.
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They walk through a wet underground cave before the images around them flicker, and they walk through the desert, white sand, bright and dry in the moonlight, blow past them.
By their third step, they are high above the earth. Tristran only vaguely notices the trees and hills and rivers below, like small little toys, before his energy depletes and the last of the wax drips over the side of his very burnt hand.
The flame slowly puckers out, fading forever.