The oppressive heat that had once consumed the soldiers melted away, replaced by a soothing warmth that spread through their bodies like the embrace of a comforting fire on a cold winter's night.
The feathers beneath their feet no longer felt searing but soft, inviting. The tension in their shoulders eased, and the soldiers began to look around, bewildered.
"It's... warm?" one of them whispered, cautiously placing his hand on the glowing red feathers. "Not hot anymore?"
"Yeah," another said, hesitantly removing his glove to touch the feathers directly. His expression shifted from fear to awe. "It's... kind of nice."
"Nice?" Lucas echoed, narrowing his eyes at him. "You were just screaming about your armor melting five minutes ago."
"Well, yeah," the soldier replied with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. "But now it's different. It's... relaxing."
