Belialthorn's eyes hardened and he stared at Kat flatly but Kat was unmoved, blue eyes clashed with green. They stared at each other until Belialthorn looked away.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Belialthorn muttered.
"I think you do," Kat said and moved closer. "The fear clings to you and don't even bother to deny it. Tell me why do you fear it?"
Well, there's no denying it again. Belialthorn thought. "The Flow....it's violent. My arcane is violent."
Kat narrowed her eyes, she didn't understand what he was saying. She wasn't a fire mage after all. She had just helped him pick the best Flow that would fit his favorite element. "What do you mean by violent?"