Aldriana's brows lift. She crosses her arms and answers in a tone that practically dares him to keep going,
"Because I don't want to."
Julian and Liam exchange a look that screams, We should leave.
Both nod and retreat to a "safe distance," where they can absolutely pretend to practice magic while openly eavesdropping.
"Because you don't want to?" Arthur's voice sharpens. "How reckless is that? You know how dangerous this dungeon is. We've seen it!"
He jabs a finger toward the spot where the fused man used to be.
"How can you just let him wander in and then escort him around? Where is your common sense?!"
As his voice rises, so does his flame.
It creeps up his arms, wraps his torso, and soon engulfs his entire body — red flashing into orange, orange crackling into blue, then snapping back again.
A loop of unstable, shifting fire.
Liam murmurs, "Er… Art's glowing."
Julian whispers back, "More like overheating."
Aldriana sees it immediately.
This isn't just temper.
