"You are weak," Max said calmly, shaking his head in quiet disappointment. His voice was soft, almost emotionless, yet it struck like a hammer to the chest.
In the next instant, black flames burst into existence around the old man. The air twisted violently as the Crimson Reaper Sphere formed—an huge orb of jet-black fire that radiated a dreadful heat, darker than the night, heavier than death. Old Man Burning Cloud barely had a moment to react before he was swallowed whole by the flames.
"AAH! These flames—these flames are burning me! HOW?! I can control flames! Why are they burning me?!" he screamed from within the sphere, his voice cracking into madness. His body writhed, his flesh seared, his bones cracked as the black flames dug into his very soul.
