I KILLED FIRE TOO!

Mylorin sucks in a huge lungful of air and blasts his fiery breath at
you. You scream in agony as the horrific flames crackle over your
melting flesh.

You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your skin.

The raging fire about your skin goes out.

TADA!!! GO ME, ITS MY BIRTHDAY!

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Slyphian, in the year 108 MA.