Flames had shrouded Dilan's right hand. The flames were light blue in color and extremely hot, yet, Dilan's hand didn't burn to a cinder.
On the contrary, his hand began to glow and it looked like he received a physical enhancement from the heat of the flames.
'What the hell?' Dilan could only think as he pulled his hand back. He stopped showing Ariel the peace sign and looked at his flat hand with squinted eyes.
"So you've chosen to help me out? Is that it?" Dilan asked into his palm while trying to will the blue flame that shrouded his hand to move. Unfortunately, the only response was severe pain in his head. Blood trickled down his nose and his sight blurted.
"Alright, calm down, little one…I won't try to force you to do anything…just try to help me rather than kill me, okay?..."
