Sato vs Vincent, Part Eight

My affinity burst forth from my body in a small explosion, knocking Vincent backward and giving my form a sweltering red aura.  Now that my body was a gateway to the pyres of Hell, a grand conflagration poured forth. It incinerated every bit of fog in its wake. 

The destruction created a rain of black flakes. Each fell and swirled around the roaring blaze before settling onto the scorched hardwood floor.

I managed to preserve the clothing covering my lower half, but the portion attached to my upper body was reduced to ashes. In this situation, I couldn't care.

Even my phobia, though it coursed through my veins with a nauseating pressure, became negligible. My fears, my cynicism, my pessimism, all of the unnecessary; it burned away to nothingness.

The only thing left, the only thing that mattered, was my will to live, my unbreakable desire to complete my mission.