By the long-silent lakeside, the original Blood Lake had completely dried up, leaving only countless scorched, tainted marks.
And at a certain spot where the fire had almost been extinguished, scattered dark red flames flickered, needing only to evaporate the very last trace of blood before they would dissipate.
But just then, the flames suddenly surged, instantly flaring up from the size of a thumb as if doused in oil.
He, masked and clad in black, slowly walked out from the blazing flames, scanning his surroundings.
He noticed the flames that had led him here, and a flicker of curiosity arose within him.
With a raise of his hand, the flames collapsed, coalescing like a long serpent and flying into his palm.
The fire felt strangely familiar, as if it shared the same source as his own flames.
If they hadn't shared the same source, he wouldn't have been able to so easily pass through the many places where Rules manifested to arrive here.
But this only made him more puzzled.
