Arad looked around and sighed. It has been a long time since he last felt this drained. The bath's water was boiling, but it still didn't feel more than lukewarm to him.
Water can't get hot enough for him. It'll just evaporate.
Gojo's voice called from the other side of the pool. "I heard red dragons bathe in molten stone. Nothing less than that could work for them."
Arad looked at him, "Gold dragons use gold, and silver dragons use silver." He leaned back, "What will voids like us do? Use nothing? I feel that won't work as well as we expect it."
"We don't need to take a bath, do we?" Gojo looked at him with a smile, "Our void always keeps us spotless. We do this to mimic humans and remain integrated into their society."
"You're right." Arad shifted his gaze to the side and looked at the almost-cooked bird sitting with them. Gabriel's wings were drenched, and his skin was already too red that it almost burned, but thanks to his curse, he could endure this without a problem.
