Nathaniel roared, "Blaze!"
He could not keep up with Miasma. She slipped away again and again, using her blue birds to dodge every strike.
The chase grew bothersome, but Nathaniel refused to let her escape. He cast his spell right away. As the words left his mouth, heat surged from deep inside his body.
The fire path runes on his skin glowed bright orange. The temperature around him climbed higher and hotter.
His skin turned deep red, and white steam rose from it in thick waves. Strangely, his tight black clothes stayed untouched by the flames and clung to his body like a second skin.
"Enough running!" Nathaniel said, his face cold and sharp. The steam pouring off him grew thicker with every second. "It's time you pay!"
Before his voice could finish echoing, Nathaniel vanished. It was far faster than a blink.
In the space between one heartbeat and the next, he stood right in front of Miasma.
The path he had taken burned black behind him.
