"MAKE a weapon out of the "sun" that I just spat out?" Tilly asked while looking at the small ball of dark energy floating in front of her. It actually felt like a mini Black Hole to her. "Can't I just throw that thing at the enemy? I feel like using it as it is would work well."
The Black Flame just gave her a judgmental look.
Argh.
It was awkward because the Black Flame had her appearance as a child.
[So, it feels like my younger self is judging me.]
"Supreme, do you believe that your flame is the strongest flame in the world?"
"I do," Tilly said confidently. "Isn't that the reason I was named the Supreme Fire Mage? People have acknowledged the fact that my flame was even stronger than my brother's flame even though he was the Red Phoenix."
"Then you're being too complacent, Supreme."
"Really?"
