Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20181210004938/@comment-35691777-20181222192206

The Minister roars with pain as the fire Dust beam burns him away into nothing more but melted flesh. He tried as hard as he could, but the fire burned him down. He was still conscious, but only by a thread. The Minister soon knew what to do: retreat. The Minister used his black magic to trun into a black smoke, while pretending he was burning away into ash. Following the smoke of the fire, he flew away to another part of the building: a massive spacious auditorium, big enough to hold 1 million people, and big enough for a battlefield. He then reverted back to normal form, crawled as qucik as he could while activating his semblance, and finally was fully restord despite the constant pain. He then ran to hide, knowing they will be coming for him.