Multicolored flames erupted from him in incandescent billowing waves that had no interest in being contained by the tree's canopy or the surrounding air or any other intervening medium!
They came from the core of him, from his Galdr Source, from his Infinity, from everything that could accurately be called himself, and they burned through his existence not as destruction but as its opposite.
Any injury to his Source healed. Any fatigue dissolved. Any weakness in his foundations reinforced itself from the inside out, the flames finding the places that had given under the sustained hunting of the past hour and restoring them to something better than they had been before the hunting had found them. His existence was one step stronger. The step was real, measurable, and had cost him nothing except the utterance.
Oh!
This was the thing!
|THE Primordial Tongue- First Letter Accessed: Persevere.|
