With the heat of his flames, no one from his sight is prophesied nor destined who can touch him and his power.
Silver Cassano had used the Call of the Fire god's ember for a lot of times already. He had gone used to it. And now, the power was used to him as well.
His body was covered in swirls of fire, as he stood too straight, too confident, with a red monstrous eyes, a complicated smirk, and the dangerous vine whip he was gripping at his right hand.
He himself was amazed of his own. Never in his imagination, nor plan, that he would be able to stand like what he was doing right now. He had no idea that he would be able to show his long-hidden annoying smirk, so that he would not accidentally insult someone by just his mischievous smiles (except those women who wanted to hit him on a
