"Again!"
"Argh!!"
In the elusive residence of General Cao, both him and Guinevere could be seen as he watched Guinevere closely, his eyes narrowing as she strained, over and over, to control the raw, chaotic power of the Lehavot flame, but each attempt met with resistance. Finally, he stepped forward, his voice steady and filled with a gravity that immediately caught her attention.
"Guinevere," he said, "it seems like you struggle because you do not understand the Lehavot's history, its very nature." His gaze was distant, as if seeing a memory no one else could. "Let me tell you a tale. The Lehavot isn't just a flame. Long ago, it was the essence of a beast—one born from the very soul of fire itself."
'The history? I never knew the Lehavot has a history worth remember'
