[Sometimes you act like a spoilt child. I'm sure you are just eager to use your new talent.]
"Obviously. Not everyone can brag of having a Primordial talent, let alone three," Aaron bragged, his voice laced with unbridled pride.
White flames materialized in his hands, flickering softly at first. They danced across his palms like a gentle child playing innocently, radiating a deceptive warmth that could lull anyone into a false sense of security.
"Let's have a spin," Aaron smiled, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. He shifted his stance, adopting the poised posture of a baseball player ready to hurl the ball with all his might.
[Pitch!!!] The system yelled, its voice echoing with playful excitement, joining in on the chaotic fun.
With a fluid, effortless motion, Aaron threw the white flames toward the distant castle. A wide grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as the fiery projectile arced through the air.
Boom!!!
