A warmth radiated from Lua's core. He felt like he had a miniature star inside of, violently bursting at the seams. The warmth soon shifted to a blaze, becoming an unbearable torrent of flames. Lua began to sweat profusely as he wondered what would happen next.
Am I dying? Did I do the ceremony incorrectly? Lua was unsure where this was headed, feeling like he was in a live blast furnace. The heat kept on rising and rising until it reached a point, where the gradual increase stopped.
Lua assumed it must have been two hundred degrees at the least. Normal human bodies would have ceased life functions far before this point, which meant he had certainly done something right. Lua felt the heat move out of his body and manifest into a spherical form in front of him, radiating the heat from a distance. A voice was heard, startling Lua.
"This... is not ideal."
