I don't understand. Every element knows how to recognize their masters, and so does fire. What did that mean?
The palace will collapse anytime soon. You should be out by that time. Hurry now, Ophelia.
I have so many questions but the voice was right. I should leave the palace first before I get buried alive.
"Is this really true? Fire won't burn me?" Though I can see it in my own eyes, I found it strangely fascinating that I couldn't believe it. It's too surreal and impossible. I mean, no one in Eravia can do this kind of sorcery—if this can be classified as one.
Move now, Ophelia, the voice demanded.
