The golden light shot in all directions, boundless heat surged in space, the warm, bright and grand aura spread throughout the soul, feeling no different from being in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, yet more direct.
Rod vaguely felt a slight overheating in his soul, reminiscent of the sensation when he was weaker and entered the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground—
He was not a chosen of the fire, neither rejected nor embraced by it. Approaching the fire brought a stinging heat, but after growing stronger, this feeling seldom occurred; even during the last time he stepped into the Holy Fire, there was no such discomfort.
"Book, do you know what's happening?"
