Xiao Ming's breath was caught in his throat as he watched the flickering cyan flame before him, its light shining with an eerie, almost sentient intensity.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to still, a strange silence filling the space as the air around the flame grew colder, denser to say the least. It was as if the flame itself was a living being, something more than just a flicker of energy.
The tiny wisp of blue fire danced, a pure and innocent flicker on the outside, yet its presence weighed on Xiao Ming's chest like an invisible force, pressing down on him with increasing intensity.
His fingers tingled as the power of the flame beckoned him, but there was something far more dangerous beneath its delicate appearance.
Xue Mao's fur stood on end as the air around them seemed to thicken with power. It leaped back, its wide, ice blue eyes staring at the flame as if it were some kind of deadly trap.
