With the fire burning bright, Stares-At-The-Sun raised his arms high. With that, the fire ascended into the sky, leaving no trace behind. The wood was still stacked in its pyramid shape, unscorched and unscarred by the heat. Even the dry grass he had used to start the fire was unharmed.
With that, he shut his eyes.
"I pray that will be enough."
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