Feng Liang moved with quiet purpose, leaving the city behind as he set out to find the one responsible for the destruction.
His steps were light, and his gaze sharp, each movement exuding a silent determination.
Yet, under the composed surface, his thoughts were already racing, trying to make sense of the disaster he had just witnessed.
Flames had torn through buildings, and the fire that fueled them was no ordinary blaze.
"A serpent," he muttered, piecing together the details.
"And the fire it unleashed… that was no common flame."
He paused, his mind reaching a chilling realization.
"It had to be the Beastly Fire of Rage."
The weight of his own words settled heavily upon him. The Beastly Fire of Rage was no simple elemental flame.
In his ancient world, only a few powerful beasts could wield it, a force as rare as it was volatile.
