"Strike enough sparks against the right stone, and the world will find a way to burn."
Wielder of violet flame. The flint in his hand is no mere tool — it is an amplifier of will. With every pull of the trigger the flint drinks in heat; when that heat reaches its threshold, the world turns to ash.
His shotgun is loud, close, and unforgiving. The fire is quiet — until it isn't.
Unfurls a ring of violet flame centered on himself. Enemies caught within the circle are bound in place for a moment; the fire feeds on sparks from the flint and grows hungrier the longer it burns.
Every shotgun pellet that lands charges the flint with stored heat. The accumulated heat is consumed on the next skill cast — Pyrelock burns wider, longer, and bites deeper for each shot that found its mark.
Mounts the flint to the shotgun's barrel, transforming it into a flame-railgun. A single, lance-straight shot of compressed violet fire — and what follows is not damage, but devastation. Everything within the blast radius is reduced to nothing.