"This should be enough."
Max smirked, his gaze shifting to the massive sphere of black flames hovering above him.
It loomed like a dark sun, its swirling fire exuding an oppressive heat. The sphere's radius was twice his size, making it appear truly colossal.
Tendrils of black fire twisted and coiled around its surface, flickering with an eerie glow.
Around the villa, the gathered guests stared in stunned silence. Few had ever witnessed such an overwhelming display of flames—let alone someone controlling them with such ease.
The sheer magnitude of power radiating from Max made even the seasoned warriors tense, their instincts screaming at them to step back.
A wicked grin tugged at Max's lips.
"Now, all that's left… is to shape it."
The sphere trembled, its swirling mass of fire beginning to shift.
Slowly, deliberately, it started to bloom, each movement deliberate, as if sculpted by an invisible force.