Several runes formed in his mind, accompanied by a discordant choir of voices that made it impossible for him to understand a single one.

“Fuck me sideways!” Lith fell to one knee, holding his ears to muffle the deafening noise.

“What’s wrong, child? Talk to me.” The Mother had to repeat the question multiple times before he managed to hear her.

When Lith was done explaining what had just happened, Baba Yaga sighed in relief.

“You’ve just bitten more than you can chew, child.” She said. “A tier one spell can’t have so many effects. You need at least tier three for that. Also, you didn’t define what kind of explosion you wanted.

“A burst of pure fire? A blazing shockwave? A series of concussive blasts? You left your spell open to too many interpretations, and the Lodestar delivered all the possible answers to you at the same time.

“Scale it down to something simpler, and it will be a perfect tier two spell. Either keep the piercing effect, or make the Cinder blast explode upon contact.”