Amidst the chaos that swirled like a malevolent maelstrom, Asher summoned the full might of his Stage 4 black flames. As the arcane transformation overcame him, he became an avatar of devastation, a living harbinger of the engulfing black night. The flames he conjured were an insatiable abyss, voraciously consuming everything in their path, reducing all they touched to nothing but ash. Within the confines of the chamber, the temperature soared to unbearable heights, the intensity of his power radiating like a malevolent sun, casting long, ominous shadows that danced along the walls.
In the heart of this tempest, Asher's red eyes blazed with unyielding determination. His voice, though grave, held an iron resolve as he declared, "Now, you have to die."
