Flames of Purgatory

“I must thank you,” Ares stated as he walked out of the flames.

His clothes had been burned to cinders and there was no garment that remained on him. His clothes, which were made from the highest quality materials and were equivalent to high grade armour, had been reduced to ash by his own brother’s flames. It would have been a miracle if he had managed t survive those flames with just a few injuries, but he was completely unscathed! Only his reddened skin signified his discomfort!

“Save your thanks. I didn’t plan to aid your breakthrough.” Reus stated and stretched forth his hand.

A magnificent spear appeared in the hands of the man who controlled the phoenix’s flames on his command. It was a dark red spear with a blood red tip. It reeked of blood and gore, and its presence shifted Reus’ aura sharply. If he was a flaming boulder before, now his presence was akin to that of a fiery blade.

“While you are right, it doesn’t matter. It was by fighting you that I rediscovered who I am. I t