Fiamma lays dormant in a silence veiled in the brilliance of her ivory scales. Such holy radiance rivalling that of the heaven’s immaculacy was, in fact, a deadly poison. Cleansing scales capable of erasing all impurities in its path should be feared by life itself. But as she slumbers, so shall its terror. Until the world requires cleansing will Fiamma dance across the skies. However, by then all of life would have already been stifled by pestilence.