Veyrath reacted almost instantly.
The wall of fire Grey had breathed toward him was still his flame in every meaningful sense, stripped of most of its spirituality or not. Veyrath was fire and fire was Veyrath, which meant even flames he had never personally refined were things he could normally seize control of with little more than a thought.
His hand lifted, his awareness reached out, and for the first fraction of a second, he fully expected the attack to turn aside before it ever touched him.
It didn't.
Veyrath's eyes widened.
He could feel his fire inside the attack, but something else had been mixed into it in almost equal measure, threaded through every ember and flame until taking control was no longer as simple as reaching out and reclaiming something that belonged to him. He could still do it, given enough time, but that realization came a fraction too late.
BOOM.
The wall of flames swallowed him whole.
