The Lord of the Undying Storm stared quietly at Blaze for a moment. The silence at the campfire was only interrupted by the popping of the logs. Then he raised his hands to his helmet and drew it off.
The face underneath was partially obscured due to the armour and the shadow of the helmet, but what was visible was vastly different from the usual Okotan head. The metal skin was more stone-like in appearance than metal, and the dark pits of his eyes seemed to extend back far into his skull. Deep scars and cracks were scattered innumerably across his skin, glowing a soft blue wherever it was thinnest.
"Whatever your name was... Blaze?" He said, the sad metallic brow arching slightly in dismay. "Listen to the cry of your ancestors. Hear their feet as they trample their young in terror, trying to outrun the element you so religiously defend. Feel the ground shudder as those seeds you promised to survive are swallowed up in an instant; as those poor fools realize far too late that the world is a candle for fire to swallow up."
He wasn't looking at Blaze now, but more past him, to something only he had seen. "Tell me how many more of that element had to die before the fire was sated. Tell me how many more would die containing it, forcing it back at the cost of their towns, their villages, all swept away in an instant by the all-compelling Lord they so diligently served."
"Go back to that day and then you may preach," He placed his helmet back on and shoved it into place. "About the qualities of fire. Then you can lecture me and others here about how all the elements must occur to support the seasons, refresh the forests... How the elements exist in 'Harmony'."
He stared back down at the fire. "That day will be forgotten, as will this one, and the next, and the next... But the cold endures. The cold will never be forgotten."