Noah leaned back in his chair, his voice cold. "In the past three months," he began, "I've been subjected to something… enlightening."
His shadows rippled as if they were echoing his words. "A spell. Inflicted on me over and over again until it carved itself into me. So deep, it became part of my soul. My soul, right now, is a spell parchment for it."
The assassins stiffened, glancing nervously at each other.
Noah smiled faintly at the sight, but there was no warmth in it. "Without that lingering imprint, I wouldn't even dare attempt what I'm about to attempt. But… fortunately for me," he raised his hand, waves of fire licking to life above it, "the spell happens to use the Fire affinity. One of my many affinities."
He let the fire dance a little higher, its glow throwing monstrous shadows on the walls. "It's called Soul Pyre. An S-rank spell. Don't ask me how I know its name. Personally, I think it's because the spell is imprinted in my soul."
