A fire that burned not flesh… but Corruption.
A fire that cleansed, Depravity's direct counterpart.
For the first time in... who knows how long... Malik's eyes widened.
"...My Unique Ability..."
His voice cracked.
Actually cracked.
A stutter.
"So... can... can I... save people with it...?"
His fingers trembled, just slightly, just enough for a human to notice.
In response, the True Sultan grinned wider.
"Ah—no."
And then started laughing again.
"Sorry. Sorry for giving you the wrong idea."
'He' waved 'His' hand down in apology.
"Nah, still fire. It still burns the body. Oh yeah, yeah, absolutely torches them alive. Poof. Gone."
Malik sat silent.
"But—"
'He' leaned in, hands together like a salesman about to close a deal.
"—their soul? Safe. Untouched. Purified. No more Corruption, whether in the past or the future."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Malik paused.
He stared at 'Him.'
He didn't blink or breathe.
He did nothing, absolutely frozen.
Until finally… he asked:
