Pharis could now clearly remember what happened when his dad died that day. He slowly burned in front of her with a smile on his face as he turned into ashes. She only has herself to blame because she can create fire. Everything just appeared to be her fault all this time and she wasn't aware of it.
"What do I do now?" she mumbled and looked at the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Demian couldn't bear to watch her like this. He prefers seeing her in her spoiled side. He heaved a deep sigh and said, "Don't conclude anything yet. Look, how do you think you got your own ability?"
Pharis looked at him but her eyes were still full of sadness.
"Of course, because of your father. You inherited it from him which means he can also control fire!" Demian continued. But random thoughts suddenly popped in his mind when he realized that his mom didn't have power because he never saw her use it.
