Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]

My hand caught a sword and gripped the blade, dripping my blood down it. The blood fizzled and popped as the blade turned cherry red, folding in on itself, but also causing the man to drop it with a screech, their hands steaming and burned.

Quench. Quench. Quench.

The sword shattered violently, flinging shards of sharpened, super-hot metal everywhere. Soldiers gasped and fell, pierced by the shrapnel and screaming. The bits that hit me did the same damage, but only the metal itself. The impact. The heat counted as forging, and thus had no effect on me. The small explosion cleared my left flank entirely, and those nearby dared not approach, looking down on their badly wounded kin dotted with sharpened steel. Some cried on the floor, their faces and exposed pieces of skin burning.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]