Adam crossed his arms over his chest, his lips curling into a smirk. "Manifest as a fire deity?"
Before his words faded, dark flames burst from his skin in chaotic crackles. They engulfed him, the room's temperature spiking and the air becoming unbreathable, filled with sulfur as even the obsidian ground whitened.
Eyes wide, he moved his fiery fingers, the sensation weirding him out. He couldn't feel bones or muscles anymore—he was pure fire, potent enough to scorch gods to ashes.
Even better, he grew and shrank freely before his eyes narrowed, and the flames flickered as if they would fade the next second. The authority was taxing, even to him.
'Limited to around five seconds without using Mammon's authority. How long with it?' He began to absorb his palace's heat.
