Battle of words

Sol's frown deepened as he gazed at the enigmatic figure standing unfazed within the maelstrom of his unleashed flames. Despite the fiery chaos surrounding them, a pair of piercing dark red eyes locked onto Sol with an intensity that bore no fear, no hesitation. The eyes seemed to bore deep into Sol's very essence, as if assessing his strength and resolve.

Silence permeated the air as the flames raged on, the unknown figure saying not a word, content to wait until the torrent of fire subsided. When the last ember of the inferno faded, the figure's form was revealed.

He was a man in his early twenties, draped in crimson robes that fluttered gracefully in the wind. His fiery red hair danced with the same ethereal grace, and his sharp reptilian eyes exuded an unsettling, almost otherworldly aura. His nails were overgrown and pointy, an odd feature that added to his mysterious allure.