The ashy remains of the vines littered the ground around Jullien. Most of the ground in a wide diameter around him was burnt to a crisp and has nothing left on it either. Jules himself sat in the middle of the destruction, face twisted in fury and eyes blazing red hot. While Jules' skin and clothes showed signs of being seared and burned all the way through, he didn't seem to notice the pain. If he was even in any, of course. There wasn't as much damage on him as would be expected given he was in the center of the inferno. He had been in a lot worse pain than this before in his life, and training as a Fyreblood had left he used to burns on some level.

"I'm going to burn this fucking place to the ground! There won't even be a minsid piece left untouched!"