Cassandra wielded her flames in a manner that was generally considered impossible even for talented experts. The control, the heat, the quality… It was on a different level.
'So this is what made the Pyriel tribe so well known. Nobody can have higher flames than a mythical beast of flames, the phoenix. I've heard that the phoenix was hunted down many times for the treasures its body possessed, but apparently, nobody managed to kill it yet, all because it was said that once it was near death, it'd burn itself into ash, and come back alive whenever it wished.
Given those traits, it's not impossible that those flames could heal too…'
Cassandra, who was burning very specific spots in the ground, finally stopped and stepped back. She looked intently at the ground, which prompted Xavier and Arkham to do the same.
*RUMBLE*