The heat emanating from Scarlet was almost unbearable. Her scaly skin seemed to glow like living embers, and her every movement left a fleeting trail of fire in the air. The inner flame that had fueled her vampiric and draconic soul for centuries now burned more intensely than ever, consuming her completely—but it was a flame that did not burn to destroy, but rather to forge, transform, and protect.
Her breathing quickened, almost as if a storm of fire were contained within her chest. She felt the energy flow like incandescent lava through her veins, increasing her power with every passing second. Then, with a slow and determined gesture, Scarlet began to concentrate that energy in her hands—a fire so pure, so hot, that it seemed to be on the threshold between matter and light, almost plasma.
