Heine grunts in acknowledgment. He's holding one hand out, palm down, watching the fire claw at the air, the heat rolling off it enough to make the air ripple.

It wasn't magic like this that he lost control of. In comparison, Fiendfyre is manageable.

When Jade raises his wand Heine lets his restrictions slip a little so that the fire begins to lick more hungrily at the ground, tendrils beginning to crawl towards him.