Compressing Brimstone from around him into an ever-tightening point in space, the element super-heats in the singularity, igniting the gas into plasma. The fire erupts, it's pressure held at bay by the fresh waves of the blue'ish black smoke as the fog floods into the compressed explosive reaction between his claws.

It seemed to have a hard time keeping it's shape as his body melted into the darkness of the background in a fashion only described as the steam rising from your hot forearm while standing in the winter cold after a hot shower.

He was so young back then, but it took oh so long to learn how to harness his gifts.

Or perhaps every gift is a curse in disguise, waiting for it to manifest to far?

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