Vicar walked over to Apollo. For a brief moment, his hair grew longer and fur appeared on his body. On the other hand, Apollo's injuries began healing rapidly, almost like they were never there in the first place.
With that, he sat back up with a small frown.
"How are those black flames even fair?"
Yzan blinked a few times.
"They are an ability I acquired by surviving within the depths of a volcano for several years."
Apollo blinked a few times.
"...Then you should've died in the volcano instead of surviving."
Yzan did not know how to respond for a moment.
"It was an ability I acquired through sheer effort, and tenacity!"
Vicar ended up laughing.
"But we weren't given that opportunity, so naturally it's unfair."
Yzan slammed his claw against the side of the mountain.
"Would you two like to be thrown down a volcano for several years?"
Apollo scratched the side of his head.
"Not really."
