A Symphony of Frost and Flame
It only flowed over the surface, leaving no wet traces or marks.
When Larice reached the other side of the falls, she found herself standing in front of the wide pool of the Flerin. “The Lake of Fire,” she muttered. The surface of the lake had some flares of flames coming out, then fading, then coming out in another place, then fading again. The lake connected to the several canals, spreading out towards the edge where it seemed to fall to the underground or whatever what’s below.
The overwhelming sight caught her breath in her throat. “It’s okay,” she reminded herself, trying her best not to panic. “There’s no fire … it’s just small, fading flames …” she whispered.
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