His clothing was burnt and singed, his body wreathed in flame, and his eyes covered in a single band of cloth. Flaming orbs of metal encircled him slowly, like miniature fiery moons orbiting a sun. And atop his head burned a glowing crown comprised entirely of fire, the flames streaking up into the night air. “The Najmat Alhidad,” a voice murmured to Altair’s left.
