While the three of them were quick to suppress it with such coldness, the fire seemed to break free from their clutches, even clamoring further than it was ever before.
The room had never been this sweltering and smothered every nook and cranny to a bright white amidst the cold nights.
Everyone protected themselves, bracing from the inevitable impact that not only would it also blow up on her but everyone within the room.
Bright, fiery flames engulfed every inch of space within but none one of them expected what happened next.
The moment it came in contact with Nathalie's personal space, the fire began to fizzle out. Flames somehow consumed themselves, until it became a glimmer of sparks, and fell right on the floor.
Although the putrid smoke was around, with them coughing hard; Arnold had a grimoire on his hand and swung his other arm, collecting all the cloud of smoke into a ball of ice.
