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.
The flame was no ordinary fire—it pulsed with a life of its own, a strange, otherworldly energy that seemed to defy the natural order.
For a brief moment, the world seemed to still, a strange silence filling the space as the air around the flame grew colder, denser, almost suffocating.
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. It was as though the flame was testing him, probing his resolve, daring him to reach out and claim it.
