A massive, resonating sound of skeletal friction rang inch by inch across the body of Flame Lord Basturk, causing the unsightly blisters, resembling toads' warts, to deflate all over his body, spurting out black smoke. Magic auras coiled and danced around him, and the Fire Spirits in the sea of flames let out their silvery, jubilant cheers.
Like a withered tree suddenly drenched in nourishing spring rain, Flame Lord Basturk, baptized in the lava waterfall, closed his eyes in contentment and let out a groan of enjoyment. As the flowing lava slid over his wounds, the raw wounds gradually filled up, erasing the terrifying blisters that adorned his body. In their place, black, sharp spikes protruded slowly but robustly from his body. If Basturk had previously resembled a peeling toad, he now looked more like an unripe eggplant stem.
