"For just being an inferior copy, you talk too much." Max's voice was cold, his patience long gone. Black flames surged violently from his body, twisting upward like raging serpents that devoured the air around him.
The earth beneath his feet cracked, unable to endure the heat radiating from his aura. He could no longer stand the endless mockery of his opponent. It was time to end this.
Drawing upon the full might of the Flame Tyrant inheritance, Max's flames flared brighter, deeper, and more violent than before. The dark fire coiled around him, reshaping itself into living armor. His fists were enveloped in black inferno, condensing into a thick gauntlet that pulsed with lethal power.
The flames along his legs compressed into burning boots that scorched the ground wherever he stepped, while the inferno across his torso molded into a solid chestplate of dark heat, its surface glowing faintly red beneath the shadows.
