The thought of using fire to his advantage, taking much inspiration from how Rudith did, filled Rohan's mind.
Rohan remained crouched beside the gully for a little while longer, fingers half buried in the ash still, watching the change spread across his skin, as if he was standing in the midst of a volcanic eruption and letting the soot rain coat his body.
It wasn't as dramatic as he'd expected. There were no molten cracks crawling over his arms anymore, nor any explosive burst of power that made him feel like a walking volcanic disaster.
Instead, it was as if the ash was much more calm than his molten element and settled into him without much fuss involved.
