AS RAFEL'S BRIGHT FLESH calmed, it was Grone who stepped out to hand him a cloak. Everybody else just lacked the balls. They had just seen the man swallow a raging inferno vortex into his body. His pupils were little orbs of [Red Cosmo] in their sockets and the liquid fire rushing in his veins made his pale skin translucent enough to point out a few organs.
The hellish energy was yet to dim inside him. He was the picture of an atomic man. A supernatural oddity. The fact that actual [Helflame] rushed in his body filled skulls with befuddlement. People stood afraid. This was five minutes later, and he still hadn't exploded.
"Thank you." Rafel collected the cloak off Grone's hands, grateful for it. Even as he pulled the grey shawl around his shoulders and fastened the lapel, he could still feel a hundred eyes. He shined out from the heavy cloak like a lantern robed over by a blanket. Obscured, but still giving haloes of light.
