My smile was wide… despite trying to remain composed, pretending heaviness.
Yet I was completely natural—unlike everything else.
My gaze went directly to that place… the former location of the sphere. Thousands of independent flame threads…
The ones that had severed their connection to me, drifting in the sky, slowly pulling in the surrounding accumulation…
"It seems that reaching the Fourth Rank has elevated the capabilities of Flame Art within me as well…" I whispered inwardly.
"The mastered weapon… it's somewhat like the White Flower… once you obtain it, it operates according to your rank's capabilities. The higher you rise, the more it evolves… until it reaches its peak. The same applies to a mastered weapon…"
I raised my hand.
Ten crimson threads shot forward… heading toward the independent threads.
Back when I was Third Rank, I never felt those whispers…
It seems my connection with the weapon has become stronger.
"Now…"
The threads drew closer…
Then connected.
