A few hours earlier—
SHWOOOOSH!
The blue Purgatory Flame erupted violently, devouring Robin's body in its entirety. In a single instant, the azure blaze engulfed him, from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, cloaking him like a shroud of divine judgment.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Robin's scream ripped out of his throat like a jagged blade, shredding the silence, piercing the air, a howl so sharp it could splinter the ears of anyone who dared hear it. His hands clawed at his skull, fingers digging desperately into his scalp as though he could tear the pain away by force.
This was not his first brush with fire. He had known the sting, the searing torment, of sitting atop burning logs in the early days of his training under the Major Law of Fire. He had endured smoke filling his lungs, embers scorching his skin, and thought he had mastered the agony of flames. But this—this was something beyond torture. This pain was alien, divine, unbearable.
