A triumphant smirk twisted Neveah's lips as the ice shard materialized in his hand. He did it! But before he could unleash his creation, a surge of raw, chaotic flames erupted from his palm instead.
Instead of a shard of ice, a miniature inferno roared to life, a swirling vortex of flame that crackled with an unnatural blue hue.
Neveah panicked. He hadn't aimed for fire; he'd envisioned ice, not the raging flames before him. But the chaotic energy, unpredictable, had twisted his will.
His mind raced as he forced the inferno to recede, but it didn't.
The flames grew, licking at his fingers, searing pain igniting across his hands. He gritted his teeth, channeling all his focus on halting the chaotic output.