Saying what he deemed necessary to convey to the stubborn man still clinging to his dire predicament, Delmar stretched back his right hand.
A surge of red, fiery aura started to envelop his fist quickly and spread to his whole arm. The aura felt so heavy that one might wonder, "How is he still holding on to it so perfectly?" But that was not all; the aura had a unique property that made it even more formidable as it burned more brightly as time went on.
It was scorching. The heat was so intense that the very ground where they stood began to melt from the aura emanating from Delmar's hand. Yet, surprisingly, neither he nor his clothes bore any trace of the inferno's wrath; both of them stood unscathed, defying the blazing heat.
