(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

And then the air began to grow hot... uncomfortably, terrifyingly hot.
"Ignus?"
"Yesss..." he hissed.
"Ignus, no!"
Gouts of flame flooded from his charred teeth, "Buuuurn..."
"Stop this, Ignus! You will stop this right now!"
Mourns-For-Trees stared on in horror as he realized what was about to
occur. Suddenly, he leapt into action, thrusting himself between Ignus and
the trees: "No! Stop! You can't!"
"Oh! I can't watch!" Morte wailed, turning away.
Ignus laughed horribly; flame erupted from his throat. "You ssstand between
me and thing that burnsss? Youuu, tooo, will burnnnn..."
"Nooooooo!"
My scream was just a whisper next to the roaring of flames, the thunderous
shriek of Ignus' victory. In an instant the rolling fires washed over
Mourns-For-Trees like a thousand crimson tongues lapping hungrily at his
flesh. The flames drowned out his screams, poured into his lungs when he
tried desperately to breathe, searing him inside and out. The savory scent of
cooking meat and smoldering grease filled the air even as the waves of heat
washed away both the sweetness of the trees' blossoms and the stench of
the Hive.
But that poor, sad heap of smoldering meat wasn't his target.
Sap hissed into steam in an instant, and the veins of the plants burst: leaves
shriveling, bark being swept away in a cloud of white ash and crimson
embers. The waves of flame stripped away the thick green covering of the
bud, and for an instant the naked pink cone of folded petals looked like they
were about to bloom... but it was only the heat peeling back the delicate
folds, like an old scab or a snakeskin flaking away.
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