Magic! Yes! You know for a fact that something extremely magical is going on! Your flare, while dazzlingly bright to look at, doesn't seem to cast nearly the footprint of light that normally bursts forth. It's almost as if the night is beguiling it, entraping its fierce beams, drawing the illumination away to somewhere - someplane - else. If it weren't for your familiarity, this would be a little un-nerving. You continue on, seeking cover just past the crest of the hill, where Reggie and friends vanished from view. Luckily, there is no thinning of brushworks growing at the base of some of the trees there, and in less than a second you vanish from sight as you pass them by.
On your comms, shadow channel, you get a glyph reflecting magical danger, its conjoined curves and straight slashes burning a bright, neon red within your vision only. Looks like someone else out here has been "inspecting" things. The warning is replaced by a distance reading (500 metres), with another ancient kanji reading "Safe Distance Only". |
