Ignotus did the exercise differently now, much slower. Instead of quick splashes and healing chugs, he let the magma sit on him, focusing further on mapping the sensation rather than surviving.
How did magma feel at the edge of a nerve? Where did it stop feeling like fire and start being a pressure pushing into him? How did it move against bone... how did it want to bend flesh?
He let it lap at his ribs, watching how his skin blistered and then knit when he drank a potion, a pinch of both pain and cure.
A sight that had Eris groan for the tenth time.
Ignotus smirked inwardly.
'Remember, I'm not inviting you to watch.'
When his [Fortune's Wheel] needed a break, he rested, letting the afterburn feed his Will.
Then, before he could get too cold, he spun it again, continuing the elemental torture.
Ding!
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{Ice!}
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Perfect... his Luck at play.
Cold to balance heat, even if it was long gone by now.
