Chapter 3: Meeting Helios Firestorm
He held blue fire on both of his hands, but he was not burning at all. It was as if he was immune to the beautiful flames that remind me of sapphire and azure; it almost seemed like the fire was not hurting him at all—or I guess the fire actually was not because it was his creation. The fire played at his own will as if he has tamed it. It was his.
He threw these orbs of fire towards the monsters who were lunging at him like arrows propelling and tracing their parabola. More of the creatures who were hit by his fire was driven away with great velocity, some wolves hit the old trees around the forest and they turned to dust and disappeared as leaves fell off the foliage, but there was still a lot of them—too many to count with my bare fingers, and it se
