Mira's orange eyes scanned the battlefield, seeking any strategic advantage or opportunity to evade the formidable adversary who had just exposed her limitations.
Then she saw him.
Jack stood several meters away, his yellow eyes blazing with intensity that made the air around him shimmer. But what caught her attention wasn't his transformed state or the golden lightning crackling across his body.
It was his left hand.
Instead of the anticipated cauterized stump, a consequence of the injury she had inflicted and the subsequent self-amputation, a hand composed entirely of fire had materialized.
The flames exhibited remarkable fluidity and precision in their movements.
'How?' Mira's thoughts spiraled through confusion and growing horror. 'Fire magic? He demonstrated lightning affinity during our fight. Enhanced physical capabilities, demon binding, and spatial manipulation through portals. But fire? That's a completely separate element. How many affinities does he possess?'
