A burning noise echoed in the garden. The fire seemed to be burning the grass, but surprisingly, it didn't spread like a normal fire.
The fire only moved toward a specific area and drew a pattern on the ground.
After the last crisp sound vanished, the guy, who was sitting in the middle of the pattern, opened his eyes.
He was none other than Noel. In the past three days, Noel had been adjusting the characteristics of his flame so that he could define it with precision. It was surprisingly harder than he thought, but Noel could see that the missing part he had felt before was getting filled up.
"As much as I want to continue, I don't think I can focus any further. I have to consider a few other things as well, so let's continue tomorrow." Noel took a glance at the sun's position.
Fortunately, there were still two hours before dusk, so he stood up and gave a nod to the soldiers who had been protecting him the whole time.
