Jack stepped off the slag field and moved toward Elara at a steady pace of someone who had no concern about being attacked or interfered with.
His hooded form seemed to draw the light around it, the thermal radiation emanating from his body creating a visible shimmer in the air that made reality appear to bend in his presence.
Elara forced herself not to flinch as he passed within arm's reach.
The thermal emissions emanating from him were extraordinary. This was not the comforting warmth of a hearth, nor the intense heat of a forge, but rather the arid, scorching heat of close proximity to an inferno.
Her armor had reached a temperature at which direct contact would have caused dermal abrasions.
Short, deliberate inhalations characterized her respiration as she navigated him through the internal corridors of the Azure Gate fortification.
The other Elven sentinels they passed stepped aside with expressions ranging from shock to absolute terror.
