What was evolution to Sylvester?
Hell was one of the words. His body was broken apart, mutated, upgraded, changed on a molecular scale, and then put back together. The wooden box that carried King Malisius' dead body was empty, already turned into invisible things that attacked his being.
It was akin to an invisible fight of his own cells for domination over the cells of King Malisius' body. But, the realization that he needed to use fire on himself turned things manageable, and his situation seemed to be getting better. He felt the warmth, the heat of the cells from the dragon combined into him.
But that was just the first wave of heat, a mere whisper of the inferno to come, lapping at his skin with a deceptive gentleness. However, as the moments passed, the flames began to sear, transforming from ethereal red to a ravenous blue that sought to consume all it touched. To his shock, even he felt pain.
