His enjoyment is obvious, and for an evoker like him, this amount of pain is probably just a warm up. Good thing this is just the warm up. After his back gets a good sprinkling of white, I grab the black candle. It’s got a good puddle of melted wax built up, and I hold it about a foot over Olbric before I drip it onto his shoulders. He gasps, arching off of the mat. “I tested these, and the black burns hotter,” I say. “No shit,” Olbric says and buries his face against his arm.
