Monke and the first Event

Briefly forgetting about the 'Prize' I was just awarded, I focused on my training, since this was more important than some outfit – that I knew was fucking legendary.

After an hour of using my HP bar as a goddamned resource, my MP had finally regenerated, and it was time to test my theory.

Calling upon the flames, I let the magic flow through my body and into the air, the temperature rising as wisps of flames danced around my figure. My fur went untouched as the fire brushed against it, the grass beneath me set alight.

In an instant, a brief wave of hot air pushed outwards in all directions, with my body as the center. Domino hid behind a rock to avoid the incoming wave of heat.

I opened my eyes, seeing the fire dancing around my body like I was some kind of torch, although the flame didn't encompass my entire being. Think of it as a dress. The fire hovers around me, its heat not harming me or my clothes in the slightest.