Kyrie walked into one of the forgotten halls. Those dead corridors where people used to walk, were now without a single movement. He placed a hand over the metal plates that made the hall's walls.
Black flames burst forward and hit the black metal like an infernal blast, turning the black metal orange, then red, and finally a pink-red molten color in an instant.
The now superheated pink metal plate made his palm itch and string a little because of their heated surface, but Kyrie ignored it and moved his hand swiftly on the wall, to not lose heat to the cold. Use this heated metal for the purpose he intended.
Like a blowtorch, his hands covered by the black flames cut a large portion of the wall as it collapsed forward, forming a new, empty, and messy room, containing two beds, one drawer, and a desk.
