The man froze. The voice of the woman assigned jurisdiction over the Flame Element Cave resonated within the control room. Pivoting his back, he cast a glare at the energy crystal serving as a screen and was compelled to rub his eyes deploying his hands.
"What is transpiring here?"
While Mel's vessel regenerated itself deploying an unfathomable velocity, the man escorting him here posed his inquiry. The woman lacked a rejoinder to tender; she spectated the fireballs detonating upon Mel's vessel successively. The Heir, plunging into a cycle of obliteration and regeneration, roared; merely his arms succeeded in evading damage within his vessel enduring the baptism of the Flame Element.
