Norvax watched the flames with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Dread because he could feel the pulse of their horrifying power from wherever he sat. In fact, if it wasn't for Gregory's presence, he was almost certain the dark flames would devour everything in the room.
Anticipation because he realized just how much more terrifying the former commander of Praesgius' elite covert ops had become.
Norvax felt a shiver at the thought of facing the man as an opponent.
"Well, that's certainly something, he murmured.
Gregory nodded.
" But with opponents we're facing it may not be enough. I still need to grow much stronger than I'm now."
The memory of a particular figure clad in dark garb, with a pale face and crimson eyes that smiled, still haunted his dreams.
"I'm still not strong enough to beat him..."
The concentric wheels of dark flames fluidly morphed blending into one massive wheel that spun above Gregory with a quiet fury.
