Like a destroyer shaped like a sun. Folcar drew a lot of fire energy from his surroundings, thus making it look like he was completely clad in the fire. Maybe it could be likened to a cocoon stored in an eggshell.
"Folcar! Realize yourself! You can kill everyone!" Nery screamed, trying to resuscitate Folcar but to no avail. Feeling very anxious, she thought for the umpteenth time. She thought about a way to stop Folcar's wild transformation process.
The cowardly Destroyer beside Nery gaped. His flapping wings occasionally trembled as he felt the scorching heat. Repeatedly she whispered, chanting praises to the Gods, wishing that his life would be saved this time.
In a low voice, he whispered, "I went through a terrible battle five hundred thousand years ago. My very fit body is now getting chaotic and weak. I used to almost die in the middle of a battle on earth, but luckily I survived.
