They rotated slowly in the lava, each movement seemingly following some ancient and mysterious rhythm, forming a distinct yet harmonious contrast with the surging magma around them.
The lava boiled and roared around the orbs, yet seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging on the orbs, being slowly devoured and turning into part of their own light.
As the lava continuously merged into them, the light emitted by the orbs grew increasingly dazzling; it was a heat and purity that transcended ordinary flames.
The power they released, though originating from the magma itself, was more refined, possessing both the magma's ferocity and an indescribable power of rebirth.
This feeling was akin to the deepest breath of Mother Earth, both destructive and creative, a cycle of everlasting life.
Lis looked at the three gold-red orbs before him, somewhat amazed.
