The Price of Recklessness
Arthur's body burned with rejuvenating energy, so much of it that he didn't know what to do with himself. Essence flowed through the different channels within him in intricate and complex patterns, performing various tasks all at the same time with impeccable control and precision.
Healing, enhancing, strengthening, protecting, reinforcing and a few other things that Arthur lacked the time to identify. It was like a whole different version of him had been born into the world.
Many of these sensations, rather than feeling new, felt familiar to him.
His memory fragments agreed as well, flashing scenes of different aspects of flame essence manipulation that he'd trained himself of in the past. What struck him as odd, however, was that as he thought of these insurmountable variations of the use of flame essence, a pang of pain struck his mind as a single image came to mind.
The source of it all.