Jenso's body fell to the floor as he stopped struggling against the force of the worms. He looked deep inside himself for an answer, but there was nothing there. Not at first. Lark's words were merely a start to something that took years to master, molding Arcane energy into a suitable form for use. But there was always something different about Jenso. His soul's affinity called out to his body and gasped for relief from the energy-sucking parasites. Warmth began to build up within him, but it did very little to help with his situation. Still, with that warm feeling in his grasp, Jenso would know exactly what direction to head in. The desperation grew more, but the coincidence of his affinity was all to perfect.

	[i]Fire.[/i]