Sam stowed the spatial ring away, his eyes flickering with determination and a newfound curiosity about his Flame Essence. Pouring true essence into it, intending to cremate Huo Gong, he was taken aback by an unexpected burst of flame from his hand.
"Whoa."
Garnet hues infused the flame, twisting into serpentine shapes resembling the unfolding petals of a lotus. The Red Lotus' Demonic Inflammation had seemingly imbued his flames with its essence, a revelation that startled Sam. Even this small surge of power generated a searing heat, engulfing the surroundings like a relentless blaze.
A steel dagger taken from his spatial ring was his experimental tool. Its once sturdy edge swiftly turned a crimson hue as it passed through the flames, softening and then liquefying into molten steel within mere breaths.
