Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150116141921/@comment-29458028-20150120125916

Horus changed into his six winged form, focusing harder, his palm outstretched. He had to try something new. Something only his elder brother could do. One hand was still pumping magicka into the massive firestorm, which was now so hot, the flames ceased to emit light in the visible spectrum, instead emitting far ultraviolet, looking like a black void.

Horus concentrated, speaking his will. A few minutes later, another Tranquil Guardian appeared. Then a third one.

"Yes! I can do this!" said Horus, as a fourth Tranquil Guardian appeared. Then no more came.

"Damnit. Ah well, contribute your magicka! Lord Horus orders and you will obey!"

The Tranquil guardians themselves started pouring magicka into the flames. Horus directed the flames to surround the tree and intensified them further.

(grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)