Then the eye gently closed, the light vanished, and calm returned inside the tent. Fang Hong lowered the ring he held, watching the last wisp of purple flame being drawn out, merging into the ring, and finally disappearing without a trace.
The ring in his hand was just slightly warm.
But the Crown Mark on the back of his right hand seemed uncontainable, the azure glow contracting and expanding like a heartbeat. He had a vague unease, as if the power of Pale Glory contained within this mark was trying to remind him of something.
The Ring of Golden Flame and the power of the Dragon King's Heart share the same origin. During the battle in Idus, he had already guessed that the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes could absorb all similar energy, and now this was just another confirmation of it all.
