The Sun in His Palm

With a deep breath, the heat of combat and his rage slowly receded. Instead, his muscles tensed, and his lips curled into a smirk as he clenched his trembling fists.

He did it! He slayed that horrible titan without using his flames! And now, he would finally get the sixth remnant.

Impatient to absorb it, he slashed the creature's cheek open and entered its abyssal mouth.

Inside, a deep green fire crackled in the brazier, tongues of flames clinging to the flesh as if reluctant to feel the creature's temperature drop after its death. 

If its behavior confused him, his eyes snapped wide in shock when it suddenly lunged at him and infiltrated the cracks in his skin.

'What?! Does it want revenge?' He pondered, his smirk widening through the pain. 'You're just making it easier for me.'