"What is the blue flame?" I murmured, staring at the palm of my hand. Within it burned the horrifying blue flame, consuming my flesh each time mana coursed through my body.
"A fire, ordinary at first glance—a curious and beautiful variant."
Lilith's melodious voice echoed in my ears as she smiled softly, her eyes glimmering with fascination as they beheld the coveted blue flame.
"Of course, that's what most ignorant people would say. But the blue flame is... the manifestation of life—or so I believe. I'm not entirely sure. I've never seen it myself, only heard tales from a certain... existence. It's not much of a talker—sinister, twisted, and honestly a bit pitiful, in my opinion. The Morning Star... or what's left of him."
She turned her gaze to the crimson wine in her crystal goblet, pausing in silence as though lost in distant memories.
