The flames, once harnessed as an extension of his will, now began to warp his reality, gnawing at the edges of his sanity. As the inferno raged, so did something within him—an insidious transformation that ate away at his sense of self, replacing it with a delusion of grandeur.
In that moment, amidst the blazing chaos, he felt invincible. A tide of power surged through him, bolstering his ego until it swelled to proportions as vast and untamed as the very flames he commanded. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady rush that intoxicated his thoughts and clouded his judgment.
Images of conquest and dominion swirled in his mind, visions of kings and lords bowing before him, their pride shattered as they groveled for his favor. He envisioned himself a ruler, a sovereign of unchallenged authority. His thoughts ran wild, and he reveled in the intoxicating notion that he could have anything he desired.