"Boom! Boom! Boom!" An astonishingly large heart beat on the crystal platform, its thunderous sound echoed around it. Surrounded by blood as hot and boiling as lava, it slowly flowed with each beat of the luminous heart. It surged in and out of the heart's chambers, establishing a delicate cycle.
Muria stood in front of the crystal platform, staring at a heart that was even larger than him, glowing with a red spirit light, emitting an aura of corruption, degradation, and doom.
"This is the heart of the Balrog Flame Demon, and this is the purest blood extracted from its body," said Muria with a look of undisguised disgust and surprise on his face. "Moreover, it is from a legendary Balrog Flame Demon."
"Why would my mother keep such a thing?" Muria stared at the heart that was still beating and full of life, a hint of confusion on his face.
But Muria soon shook his head. The thoughts of the legendary mage were beyond his understanding. Their perspectives were different.
