From Ragnar's chest, a furious orange flame tore its way out of his heart, embracing his body in fire and heat. His eyes blazed with pure conflagration, and his shoulder blades and wrists spouted out fire like flamethrowers.
His original body was no more, and he was now a being of raw, pure fire. Heat and smoke radiated from him like a burning fire itself, and his face was no longer recognizable. Instead, what took its place was an ancient evil, a demon of fire and wrath. His eyes were angled upwards and pure white with no pupil or iris, and from his mouth, a forked white tongue similar to that of a snake hissed.
"Heheheheh… well, would you look at that? Guess what they say is true… what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."
