If it was any other person in the underground world or any of the two worlds that were engulfed in this flame, they would have turned into ashes.
However, the youngster just stood there like the whole thing wasn't new to him, he didn't even budge a little. His stance gave one the assumption that he was already used to black fire.
The black fire burned the youth so badly that steams were coming out from his body. And a few minutes later, the flame began reducing till it returned to its original size.
The white mask, the youngster was putting on, was gone, and a glorious face was revealed. For some reason, his robe didn't get burnt, there weren't even any wrinkles around it.
"So many impurities, thankfully I purified it." the youth was of course Devon.
