Conflagawraith

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They had fooled themselves over how irrevocable things had gotten, and this drew him to them, descending through toppled monoliths into the pit where they huddled. Their unnacceptance wafted through him, and lights on his body flared up and down like embers, until he burst into cool, refreshing cerulean flames. “I dei-ssolve your fatigue, and turn now to the monoliths,” he said. “To dei-ssipate at heir heavy-and-hardness.” When the Conflagawraith was done, we were able to lift the barriers away ourselves.