469 When All You Have Is a Fish...

That's when I exit the shower. Now, time to dry my body. Let's use that one Forgar's spell, shall we?...

While it does consume divine energy, it isn't much of a problem in an environment filled with it. I focus to create flames around my body, ones that won't actually harm me. Before long, my entire vision gets filled with white raging flames. Why is it white?

"Hey! What are you doing?! It took me lots of effort to create that shower and you just evaporate it like that!"

Ah, my bad. I instantly stop the spell. Just the heat emitted in the air has completely wiped the nearby shower completely. The very walls of this place are also turning into steam, filling the room with a white mist, giving it a mysterious feeling. 

[Sorry, I didn't think it would be that fragile. At least, you are perfectly fine.]

  "What do you mean perfectly fine? Can't you see that my fins are charred black and that I cannot even talk straight without screaming in agony?"