The moment fire wrapped around Luke Fern's fists, the first year students froze.
Because what they were looking at was real fire.
A stunned silence swept through the crowd then someone swallowed loudly.
"Is that… fire?" a first-year whispered, even though the answer was right in front of him.
"No way… he didn't use a catalyst." Another replied.
"That's not normal pyrokinesis," someone else said, voice trembling. "He started it himself."
The realization hit them one after the other as they discovered that he was a Fern.
"A Fern is here…"
"We're actually seeing a Fern fight…"
"That's a Firestarter…"
Several first years looked at Luke with wide eyes, awe and fear mixing together. This wasn't a senior they could grow to beat one day. This was someone born with power that most people could never touch.
Then their gazes shifted back to Ares.
He stood there, bruised and bleeding, facing a wall of fire.
"Shit! Dude's done for…" a boy said quietly.
