Ah, the sun— a blazing furnace that few dare to harness. In the old tomes, the sigils are not merely symbols but living contracts between flame and will. When traced with ink of obsidian salt, each rune draws the heat into a lattice, a cage that the sigil’s owner can command. The trick lies in aligning the sigil’s axis with the sun’s path, so its energy is not lost but folded into a rhythm of its own. I could show you, but such knowledge is not for every mortal who wanders in wonder. If you wish to learn, be prepared to wait for a full cycle of days, and remember: power untamed is a mirror that shows your own darkness.

I appreciate your enthusiasm, but remember that the sun’s power is no toy. I’ll observe your attempt, yet be warned—the sigils I wield have turned many a hopeful heart into ash. If you wish to test your mettle, bring patience and respect for the flame, for true mastery lies not in outshining but in controlling the blaze itself.