Frazer Coastrom, the chosen of Asmareth–the god of false hopes. He was no child nor a bumbling adventurer like Felix and the others for the harsh desert had shaped him into a monster, a monster with absolute control of all elements. And as the people retreated from him and the djinn sisters, he let those very elements burn through his warrior fists.
At a glance the water circling his left hand reminded Riyanzah of her own powers, and on the other the fiery flames–although a different color was just as much of a reminder to the other sister. The man who fought with his fists was challenging them with the very elements that they themselves commanded. Now if he knew that was the case–which the girls were still uncertain of–could either mark him as a challenge or another man too sure of his abilities.
