Severely Outclassed

Stylla grinned vacantly.

Her webbed wings whipped the air at hyper speed as her outrageous new powers flooded out like a mad tide from her body.

At the same time she let loose, an eager suction imposed itself on the air, taking in a massive draw that felt like a sharp gust of wind across Genhuis City that rushed towards Gillewart, or more aptly, the crest he had etched in the air... a crest of dancing flames.

The City Guardian had mastered the truth about fire after so many years, his understanding of it leading him to the conclusion that fire was both mundane and divine. Like living things, it needed to breath to achieve longevity and increase its strength.

However... like divines, it required some form of sacrifice and would give reward in turn.