Rain whispered against the training dome like falling beads of glass. The lights above the field glowed pale blue, cutting through the mist and shadow. Dante "Blaze" Anderson stood motionless in the center, his breath steady, eyes half-closed. Around him, faint sparks of blue fire flickered along his arms the newborn manifestation of his third power: Aura Flames.
Each spark pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, like the flame itself was breathing.
"Again," Jason's voice carried across the pitch, low and commanding.
Blaze exhaled and let his body sink into the stance taught in the Murim art of Sky Flow Step, his aura flowing through every limb. When he moved, it was not merely running it was an elegant, explosive strike of energy and balance.
