I forced myself away from Julius, creating distance between us.
My body felt wrecked.
I had no clothes left.
They were completely gone, burned away like they were nothing. They were supposed to withstand attacks like that, at least to some extent. Yet here I was. Standing there with nothing left on me.
Julius' fire had to be on a completely different level for it to do that.
My body was already healing from the damage I had taken, the torn flesh slowly knitting itself back together like nothing had happened. It wasn't instant, but it was fast enough that I could feel the difference with each passing second.
I took a deep breath while I was still recovering, trying to steady myself, but it quickly became clear that Moriarty and Julius had no intention of giving me even a moment to breathe. Not even a second.
