7th floor, Inheritance Tower.
Max sat cross legged on the cold obsidian floor, his focus entirely on the swirling ball of black flames that hovered above his palms. The flames pulsed with a deep, chaotic rhythm, alive yet restrained, each flicker carrying a destructive force that could unravel the space around it.
Across from him, the parrot spirit observed carefully, its sharp eyes never leaving Max as it offered instructions on how to bend the unruly flames to his will.
The inheritance he had received had changed him. His control over the black flames had risen to a higher level, but the flames themselves had changed as well. Their quality had transformed, becoming denser and far more volatile.
