Purple Flames oriented toward the stars throughout the night. The blazes rampaged through everything, burning anything in sight, turning the land into a wasteland. You could hear shrill screams echoing throughout the area.

One man stood in the middle of the chaos. A smirk filled his face, his bright violet purple eyes watching the chaos while his short black, slightly wavy hair blew with the gust of wind. He had a dreary aura, as he wore a pitch-black cloak and full black clothing with boots, with his facial features leaning to the handsome side.

He heard a distinct voice from behind. "Amory, what the hell are you doing? ". The smirk on the man's face briefly vanished. "Amory answer me. What the hell is all this? ".

With his back turned to the man, he lifted his hand, making a brilliant purple flame float in his palm. "Amory, why are you doing all this? " shouted the man once more.

The cloaked man turned around with another smirk on his face to see his so call companion. His eyes flared like an Emerald. He wore white clothing covered by a luxurious white coat. While he had a more bright and charismatic aura. His eyes stared into the black-clothed man with a scared facial expression.

"Why, why, why Amory. Everything was perfect. We had a team; we were going to change the world. Why do this now?"

The smirk on his face turned into anger. "Shut it, shut it, shut it Աշեր. I hate you, I hate you so much. You feel ‌you know me but you know nothing". With a flick of his hand, a giant raging flame headed straight towards the white-clothed man before it hit him.

This is just what to expect of Amory and a sense of my writing.