"Be quiet, stop fussing, it will stop hurting soon," Alice said impatiently from within the flames.
Charles' skin began to blacken, crack, and curl, yet her skin was completely unaffected.
"Tolerant to high temperatures, soulless, superhuman strength, mind control, control over flames, with so many abilities, what on earth is this thing!! Superman?"
Charles had never felt so troubled; with so many formidable abilities, this woman could probably go toe-to-toe with the Pope.
"Odd, how are you not dead yet? You really can take the heat, so let's go a bit further inside," Alice said as she prepared to walk deeper into the Incinerator, propping up Charles.
Charles' vision began to blur; his eyes were the first to give out.
Encounters of all the abnormalities of Alice flashed through his mind, and suddenly, Charles' pupils contracted—he had recognized the special trait of this thing.
