Vincent's body instantly burned into a brilliant dark flame, its billowing embers wrapping around it like clothing, his eyes fixated on the battle below, with Zarina's giant sword tearing the now mindless undead.
As limbs, dark coagulated blood and organs began to spray and fly around the vast cavern; his flames burned the blood beneath his feet as he stepped forward.
The flames around him were a powerful anima flare; rather than firing it like a blast, he found it could now be easily controlled since he transformed into that strange form.
Some of the undead corpses were beginning to recover their senses and attack again, but they failed to penetrate this new form of his flame.
Their bodies began to burn and melt into ashes as their hands approached, while his eyes only watched the movements of his women.