Simultaneously with Franca's explanation, inky flames emanated from her right hand, melding with the mirror that belonged to Lumian's substitute.
Jenna observed with a mixture of apprehension, her breath held involuntarily.
…
Within the Bottle of Fiction.
Just as the wall of flames surged forth, kindling the Abyss Demon Flowers, a pang of agony gnawed at Lumian's heart, birthing a faint shroud of black flames upon his chest.
In response, his Spirit Body descended gradually, drawn into an abyssal darkness, a void obliterating light.
Curse? Lumian, ensconced within the cradle of crimson flames, was caught off guard.
The reasons behind this unexpected curse eluded him.
