Fire
Taznaar's wings of fire were like Ichor, the ethereal fluid said to be what runs through the veins of the gods, and it burned intensely. As he was flying over his opponents, on his face appeared a smile that showed a mixture of cruelty and arrogance. His hair was burning too, like flames, as clear as the sun at the top of the sky.
The <Phoenix > skill was not a skill like the others, because it was not just an increment to the player, it was like a transformation that made him much stronger, and Taznaar knew that, that's why he was so confident.
"Nothing can stop me now!" Taznaar spoke his thought aloud because no restraints were holding him back.
On the other hand, Kaizen said nothing. His mind was a whirlwind of ideas.