[Carlisle is a little less graceful crossing the first glyph, and ruins his linework with his own feet; thankfully, he made four of these, and he clears the second one without trouble, crouching beside it the moment he's on the other side. The back of his tabard hasn't even hit the ground before Qubit comes flying past him, the undead hot on his heels. A moment before they are all within the glyph, Carlisle slams his hand on the arch he's drawn at the top.

The glyph itself takes a second to activate, but the initial reaction is immediate, light pouring into it from Carlisle's point of contact: it fills the lines like an illuminated stream, erupting in a blaze of pure, blinding light once the flow meets itself on the other side. By then, the zombies are all within the confines of the circle, and much like the ones he'd taken out individually, they are left as not much more than ashes by the time the light dies down.

In good news, Carlisle is in much better shape after that one. Seems that the glyph manipulating the type of energy rather than him manually channeling it will have to be his method of dealing with them for now. He gets to his feet, practically giddy with satisfaction as he holds back a laugh.]

It worked!! I mean, I knew it would, but it worked as expected this time and didn't backfire on me in any way. A little draining, but no nasty surprises. And you're not dead. Great. That is great.