In his hazy vision, Calix's alight with the flame of ambition. His knuckles, embroidered in a wispy bar of flames, condensed until the skin on both fists had been charged with so much heat that it began to glow. The technology under his skin was revealed and despite its painful process, Calix was unphased.
At the back of his hamstrings, the two rows of three bronze pipes exploded with fire. The tips immediately began to turn a golden molten red that began to melt the ends, however, just as fast as they were lit, they were instantly extinguished.
However, beneath the fabric of his pants and the rippling shirt stirred by the gust of wind from his fiery prowess, a concealed ballet of elemental forces unfolded. Unseen to the naked eye, the molten fire, which had seemingly extinguished at the back of his hamstrings, defied conventional expectations. Instead of dissipating into the air, it stealthily retreated back into his legs.
