They could see much further through the smoke while lying on the ground, and so they crawled, dragging their limbs across the steaming granite, towards the distant light, towards the hum. The two brothers suddenly yelped, then stopped, dead in an instant. A moment later, six more died almost without warning, each of them bright blond. The sun-witch was calibrating her hexes, the smarter ones realized, and then they died, too.
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