It never got easier. The sensation mimicking the experience of being on fire was not something a person could ever get used to.
The world around him glowed orange and sent sparks into his eyes. His entire frame was igniting as if set ablaze by the very core of the sun. He was screaming in anguish at the pain, the flesh melting freely from his body, yet not a sound could be heard.
There was nothing left but flames and their fearful, crackling tones.
Everything that he once was was being stripped from him by the unmerciful licks of fire. He was becoming something new and yet something so familiar.
He was strong, impassioned, golden...
He was the phoenix.
