Third Throne

Rapidly heating and cooling air whipped around Ryu. It wasn't as though he had suddenly comprehended some Flame Natural Order, rather, his blood was simply running that hot.

His white hair steamed, flying outward through the volatile wind. His skin reddened, the pumping of his veins and the thumping of his heart grating on the psyches of all those who watched. Even Monalise, a mighty Ninth Order Ancestor felt her heart palpitate unwillingly as a deep fear took root.

She wondered if she had gone too far, if maybe the young master thought that she was insinuating that his fiancée betrayed his parents and him. She wanted to quickly explain herself, to say that that wasn't what she meant, but Ryu's words cut her off.

'Thank you for your words, Ancestor Monalise. You've always been kind to me, but the only way I can repay you is by striking you down.'