Unimaginable Heat

Standing so close to the chainmail-clad hero, it was clear to him just how different a "HERO" was from a normal person. It was as if Ilya was born out of a children's book, both physically and in personality. 

"If you wish to stand beside me, then do not fall behind!" Ilya shouted, raising his sword with readiness. 

"Yeah, I know that, mate," Jasper agreed, readying himself. 

An increase in temperature, carried by a wave of heat made the approaching presence unmistakable. There was no mistaking that burning glow—a blinding radiance far too bright to look at directly. 

"You're still alive? It seems some humans are built with some degree of sturdiness, after all," The Sun's voice boomed as the bright figure stepped through the walls.