The training had taken a toll on him, sweat soaking his shirt and his muscles aching, but the exhilaration of controlling the fire was addictive. He took a moment to catch his breath, leaning against the scorched wall, the heat from his previous attacks still radiating from the stones.
As he practiced, the whispers grew to shouts in the back of his mind. The voices of doubt and fear that had plagued him since the night before began to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence. He wasn't just a grey level anymore; he was something more, something powerful.
The echoes of his fiery onslaught grew quieter as he mastered the fiery dance. Each movement was deliberate, each flame a silent declaration of his strength. Yet, as the room grew brighter with the light of the rising sun, Kai knew he had to be careful. If anyone found out, his world could come crashing down around him.
