#mfic #fantasy He picked up the next glazed pot and set it down on the burnt table. He reached in and rested his hand on the metal sigil inscribed on the bottom. Energy from his soul followed, bubbling down his arm and into the fire rune.
Seconds later, the heat rose up around his arm, prickling his skin. A moment later, flames burst out from beneath his palm and he pulled his scorched hand out before the pillar of fire burst out the top.
He slid the pot down the table and picked up the next.