Chapter XXXIII • Severin

Continuation.

Even while running, I cannot shake off the rising anger I feel in my chest.

“Reclaim what is rightfully his? Those goods were never his to begin with, that assheaded noble! He is fooling nobody!”

As what I have witnessed keeps repeating itself in my head, that familiar feeling in my hands returns. Though there is a hint of panic because my father’s life could be in danger, I have to stop dead in my tracks when my anger boils into rage, and my palms begin to feel hotter than usual. I tremble.

I do not think I’ve felt this angry since the night Sapphire was slain.

“That bloody BASTARD!” I shout, exuding my feelings and the ever-growing fire I feel inside me. My hands and arms are set aflame, except 'tis not red nor orange in color, like when I normally conjure fire at will…

They are blue, and comparing it to the heat I naturally feel when I uqse fire spells, this one feels hotter.

Despite my confusion and my emotions, I turn my hands and arms over and over, watching