For the first time in his life, Netchaz was unsure how to reply.
Varian didn't make any movements to show that he really intended peace.
Taking that gap as an opportunity, one of the pirates nearby raised her hand and conjured a spinning fire wheel.
The sizzling fires reached Varian's back in a blink. The tongues of the fire wheel's flames turned blue before touching him, reaching a ridiculously high temperature, promising to melt his bones upon contact.
Netchaz noticed the attack and held his breath. But what happened next made his heart stop for a moment.
Varian grabbed that fire wheel and channeled his water power. "Heater? How generous."
The flames looked the same but their temperature dropped to a comfortable degree.
Varian rubbed the flames between his palms like one would do around a campfire on a cold night and grinned.
