It was warm.
A comforting kind of warmth that didn't show any hint of danger.
A pleasant smile creased Lilo's lips as the flames wrapped around his body.
His strides while sprinting did not waver.
Several seconds of a lake of fire enraptured his small figure.
The gluttons that surrounded him were turned into dust upon impact.
A burnt mark was left in his wake that stretched a fair distance.
The sight was a mix of a horrifying display of scorching heat and chilling aloofness.
Lilo didn't have time to react. He just kept running.
His vision was flooded in blinding red, fire illuminating his eyes.
But he felt no sense of pain.
Perhaps it was because he was a craver who healed.
No, that couldn't be it. The gluttons were turned to ash instantly, surely even his enhanced body did not match in resistance to that of the harrowing monsters.
