"Last time I was here, I sensed the fleeting presence of the Primeval Flame, and I wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, Master Greerwu, shall we go in and have a look?"
Greerwu hesitated for a moment but then nodded. Previously, he had felt nothing special here, but now upon returning to the Hunting Museum, there was an inexplicable feeling... Greerwu felt as if his flames were more lively than before, as if they were eagerly anticipating something.
With this strange feeling, Greerwu and Tandin stepped into the Hunting Museum.
They crossed the cold, black and white checkered floor, where candlelight flickered weak and dim. Greerwu even felt a chill breeze that made the flames on his body flicker like dying embers about to extinguish.
Tandin frowned, the atmosphere of the Hunting Museum was too desolate and chilling, not at all like an environment that would nurture the Primeval Flame.
