The emperor regarded the spell curiously. It bore very little resemblance to demon spells, which were much more specific about the energy source of the spell. But, not one to argue with experts, Ling held his right hand over the bones.

His hand glowed with energy as he summoned his magic from within. The light flickered like a glowing red flame, reflecting light around the room. As he read the spell the light turned into a blazing white fire, enveloping the bones in flames so hot that the ink pot on the desk caught on fire and the desk was scorched from one side to the other. The oppressive heat baked the room, as if they were in a huge oven. 

As the monarch finished the spell the flames died down, revealing what had happened to the bones.

(Ooc you can decide what happens)