At first, the flames fiercely rejected me.
You could even call it outright repulsion.
They tried to swallow me instead, and enduring that terrifying power and heat was far from easy.
‘Still, this is manageable.’
[You lunatic…….]
But that was simply the nature of fire.
It had no eyes, no ears, and could not distinguish friend from foe as it burned.
Whether someone else’s or my own, fire was equally difficult to control.
That was why what mattered was composure.
A stillness that would not waver even when an inferno came right up to my face.
The courage not to retreat before flames dancing in front of my eyes.
The conviction that this blaze would not burn me.
Only by using all of those as a foundation could a person avoid being ruled by fire.
Only then could one make fire bloom into flame.
The overlapping rings of the sun gathered into my hand according to my will.
[This… This is impossible……!]
Hot.
Far too violent.
It was so unbearably hot that the slightest mistake felt as though it would melt me on the spot.
“You.”
At the same time, it was powerful.
Infinite.
With this endless heat, it felt as though I could change anything.
In the end, the other face of Wrath had always been passion—the will to struggle.
“For someone whose very essence was Wrath, you do…