A whooshing sound snapped my head to the right as Malik jerked to his left. His eyes widened as silvery-gold flames erupted from the stone torch. One by one, the others followed—igniting in a rippling line across the Sun Temple walls until the torch to Kieran’s left sparked to life, casting a silver glow on the crowd below. “Those torches,” Malik uttered as murmurs swept through the crowd in a wave. “I’ve never seen them lit.”
