His clothes were made of flames, fur, and fire mixing together. It was made from the fur of a beast of divine descendancy, no matter how distant. Even if she devoted her life to laziness and petty grudges, she had the flames of Skoll within her.
And she grew with it, from the moment of her birth to her demise. Her fur and her body were adapted to the black flames. It was why instead of being incinerated like all other clothes should, the fur acted as if alive, feeding and storing those flames to grow stronger.
Taking on the properties of the fire, of the divine and cursed fire it had been exposed to for long, long centuries. It was like the time Skoll had taken control of Zillia and forced that transformation on her, but in a painless situation since the fur had been disconnected from the previous dying body of Zillia.
