King Of Imagination
Jak, The Third J of the Apocalypse
Alex walked over and looked at the corpse.
"I can't leave this poor soul like this."
You're right, we can't.
Alex pointed bis hands at the ice and melted it around the corpse, then put gloves on his hands and pulled it out. He dragged it far from the group and melted the snow in about a nine foot radius, then laid the body down with it's arms crossed.
"Ignir, I need this to be a really hot fire."
And so it will be.
Alex pointed his hands at the corpse, and instantly white-blue flames shot out, encompassing the body in flames.
Alex returned to the group and kept walking, only glancing back once at the burning corpse.
"I can't leave this poor soul like this."
You're right, we can't.
Alex pointed bis hands at the ice and melted it around the corpse, then put gloves on his hands and pulled it out. He dragged it far from the group and melted the snow in about a nine foot radius, then laid the body down with it's arms crossed.
"Ignir, I need this to be a really hot fire."
And so it will be.
Alex pointed his hands at the corpse, and instantly white-blue flames shot out, encompassing the body in flames.
Alex returned to the group and kept walking, only glancing back once at the burning corpse.