Emotions…
Everything in Scar, his body, soul, and whatever lived between the two detested what stood before him.
Adisa's Inheritance, Breath of Hell, came in slashes, each one powerful enough to melt the ground it touched and collapse whatever buildings it found.
Scar registered it all and felt nothing in response. Not fear, not the hatred he had been carrying for months. Just the quiet, consuming desire to remove that smile, to remove Adisa entirely.
And underneath it all, the feeling he couldn't shake, responsibility. For all of it.
His gloves permitted him to wield his flames without consequence, but only twenty times. He had used nearly all of them with two attempts left, no more.
The decision to hold back was deliberate. There was no point in spending what little remained carelessly. So the entire battle had been fought without a single flame. He just used the Enhancement technique to layer over his movements and his blade, Black Sun, in his hand.
