"Swish..."
The carbon-based life form at the door burned fiercely under his command, eventually turning into a pile of ashes.
At the same time, Colin took out a piece of gold and, following the method taught by Shana, manipulated the flame obtained from the carbon to merge into the gold, creating a Golden Mark imbued with a certain bonfire power.
The flame on top, when necessary, could be thrown out, equivalent to his normal strike.
Thrown out at some critical moment, it should still be able to have some effect.
"Pretty good, just a bit wasteful of gold."
Muttering, Colin put the mark into his pocket, then looked around to make sure nothing had sneaked onto the train, and sat back down, taking out his game to continue playing.
Some considerable time later, the train gradually came to a stop.
This time there were no surprises; the train stopped in the middle of a flat wasteland.
No one got off, no one got on, and when the time came, the train moved on.
