The liquid was cool, though not in the way that would cause a chill. It had a delicate, almost reinvigorating sensation as it pressed Nero's body with a gentle pressure - as if he was being hugged by the liquid, instead of descending into its depths. He could not help but feel as if he was being welcomed home.
It was a nice distraction from the fire that was slowly beginning to burn in his chest. The fire was not the blue, glacial flame that he was so familiar with. Instead, it was red hot with an intensity Nero was entirely unfamiliar with. Fortunately, Nero was disciplined enough that he took control of even this unfamiliar flame, keeping it contained and preventing it from growing. All he had to do was not stare at Vanessa directly.
