Song Ciwan stood at the corner of a long corridor, looking toward the small banquet area ahead.
The fireworks in the night sky blossomed into an ever-increasing variety of patterns.
From a blooming rain of flowers that filled the sky to birds, insects, and fish darting through the air, moments later, the fireworks fell one after another, like the light of the Galaxy cascading from the nine heavens.
Just as the fiery lights, like a river of flame, were about to rain down upon the banquet, the Child flicked his hand. Suddenly, as if they were weary birds returning to their nests, all the scattered lights shot back into his palm in an instant, transforming into a Fire Dragon coiling within his hand.
The Fire Dragon held its head high. Though not a True Dragon—merely a coalescence of flames—it was so lifelike that it possessed an extraordinary sense of majesty.
The marvel of this Fire Technique's transformation was simply sublime.
