The flames that had been burning so violently… vanished.
And yet, even if the attack failed, the ground beneath them didn't walk away unscathed.
The rooftop — or rather, the reinforced concrete of the top floor — cracked violently from the impact, a heavy vibration pulsing through the structure.
Christian, however, stood untouched. Not a wrinkle on his coat, not a hair out of place.
He looked directly at her, smile still in place, and asked simply,
"Is that it?"
Nyra's eyes widened.
For a moment, she seemed to burn with rage at the sheer humiliation of that question.
But more than that — far more than that — a flicker of horror passed through her expression.
Because in that moment, she understood.
Understood the difference between them.
To Christian, though, this was only natural.
After all, he was a blacksmith.
A blacksmith who handled fire.
Who had a reinforced body, thanks to his Flawless Body skill.
