Blue fires and purple fires, copper chloride and potassium sulfate and nitrate, respectively. How this woman was generating fire without a fuel was a mystery, further by the fact that it was a neat star shaped without any means or methods.
Magic was strange, these thoughts were not productive to the young heir's survival as she stared at the so-called magma.
"It's too late to regret, now burn for the sake of the Spiral Plains!" Blacks were the owner of this manor; they formed a medium size gang that occupied the territory and nearby district. Named because the area they lived in was black at night, their intelligence was not the greatest.
"Magic is unscientific!" Shouting out loud, the noble heir didn't know what else to say. Without any real options she simply closed her eyes and leapt directly at the giant ball of flame. She didn't know if her suit could handle magical fires and hoped it was rated for thirteen to eighteen hundred centigrade.
