White flames exploded cleaning him of the influence of his hunter.
At least for a while.
Before he knew more of them came attacking him and drilling into his skin even through the flames that kept pouring into his flesh.
The process of destroying and rebuilding was painful, so painful he wanted to scream but each time blood vessels touched him and got through his skin, a comforting feeling would fill his chest making him doubt his choices more and more.
He wanted to release his flames, but his instinct screamed at him, and he listened to them.
There was no choice and during his mind breaking he did what looked like the only way to escape.
Refine.
As this thought came to his mind his body turned into a burning star, into the magma of earth, into the white blob of white and red light.
The air around him began to bubble but it also began to disappear being refined by his presence alone.
Each illness had its flaws and benefits and one of the most prominent techniques of the sun virus was its natural ability to refine anything and anywhere with just its flames. They could absorb air and heavenly will around them and then turn it into psychical energy that would soothe their body and fill it with new energy.
That is what Hildebrant did now and as the flesh burned his body began to be filled with weird feelings of desire and pain. They combined and fought against each other, but desire overcame even the pain that kept flooding his body.
He wanted more.
This feeling was addictive and for a moment Hildebrant did not want to move, fight, or go home. All he wanted was to remain here and burn until nothing remained.
He wanted all that power to be his and no one else.
That desire made him laugh and before he could absorb more, burn more, and take more he was pushed out of this feeling by a crush that took all air out of his lugs.
Flames around him calmed down and coughing up blood he watched as flesh parted and revealed a dark sky.
Moon landed on his body but not much could be heard.
His brain was unable to register what was happening as it still was lost in desire that he just felt and in an overwhelming soothing feeling that almost made him lose his senses and life but when the flesh under him melted he could finally notice the creature wriggling and crying to sky with furry he though children face could not show.
But it did and as it scrambled away from him, Hildebrant contemplated about what to do before standing up while retracting his flames.
The moment they disappeared all residential desire disappeared with it, but the pain did not and even intensified when his leg which had no skin on it touched the sand with his flesh.
His entire body was a mangled mess and even when air passed through him it sent intense searing pain into his brain telling it to stop moving.
Hildebrant was unwilling to and with a clenched fist, he approached a trashing creature that continued to cry tears of blood that kept disappearing under the white sand. Without the protection of other flesh, blood vessels had no choice but to die and be consumed by white sand making the child's face cry louder and louder.
Hildebrant listened to it shreak and then with flames pouring into his hands he punched the blob. His fist descended with the weight of an ascender and releasing all his fears, sadness, and frustration he kept punching without any technique or battle style.
Cry echoed and twisting its body blob wanted to look at him, but Hildebrant never gave it a chance, and stepping on it he sent its head crashing into white sand before continuing to plunder it down without any care about his melting flesh and bones.
Under the moonlight, a pool of blood cowered Hildebrandt's body in red but his fists didn't stop until he noticed his fist hitting the heavy rocks and soft sand.
Breathing heavily, he watched as white light and red flames retracted back from his veins into his body revealing destroyed hands and broken bones.
He watched them with a trembling body and then tears came out of his eyes.
Why me?
He asked himself and then he continued trembling while standing atop the death abomination that was once human.
At least some lost souls finally found peace.