Reinhard fell to the ground as the roots binding him disintegrated.
He hit the platform hard, rolling with the impact before pushing himself forward on hands and knees. His right hand extended, fingers wrapping around the flower's burning stem despite the flames engulfing it.
Pain swept through his palm, searing heat that should have charred flesh to bone. He grimaced, teeth clenching as the flames rushed over his hand.
But he didn't release his grip, and to his surprise, the flames weren't burning his hand, but he could feel the pain.
Reinhard gritted his teeth before pulling the flower up.
The flower resisted, roots anchoring it to the platform, trying to maintain its grip. But the fire had weakened them, turned roots to ash, and anything keeping it tied down into powder.
With a final pull, the flower tore free with the stem, roots, and all coming loose in Reinhard's grip.
Another scream erupted, this one filled with rage rather than pain.
