We get out of this, I am so cracking a Chemistry textbook, Alan thought, cupping fire around the huge glob of slime Aladdin’s magic had scooped out of every lab nook and cranny. With focus on the radioactives.
Books later. Focus now. Because Amon might think they had this, but… well, he and Djinn magic usually only came to a meeting of minds after a lot of faceplanting the floor.
Can’t afford that now. Try to relax. Feel the fire, let Amon set the pattern….
He had just enough chemistry to have some idea what they were doing. First, fire to fry the ooze and kill it, while keeping the mass of it contained.
Radioactive carbon – yeah, it’s probably got that. But it can’t be too much or it wouldn’t be alive to start. We can let that boil off. Ditto water.
The trick was letting that boil off, without letting other not-smoke, not-water escape with it.
Need to wrap an aura around it. Like flying.
Which made sense, radioactive stuff had different masses than regular elements. If they could manipulate gravity to catch that difference….
He felt his strength draining, as Amon pulled more and more power to sieve and sort peril from harmless. It hurt, even with Aladdin feeding in more fire magoi so he could stay standing. But charred slime was less than half the size it had been, he could get his hands on the crackling mass now-
There was light.
:As I said,: Amon murmured smugly. :This, we can do.:
Light and heat and the rush of power back into him, carbon-black melting and molding itself smaller, denser, shining. More than dragonfire, blazing and burning even as he focused heat in, in, away from the fragile people behind him-
So this is what the inside of a star feels like.