Two weeks had passed since the reconnaissance mission, yet the memory of the fox with its black flames lingered, vivid as a fresh wound.
The flickering, shadowy fire and the strange, almost sentient aura of the fox had left an impression I couldn't shake.
I should have been afraid, cautious even but instead, I was left with this gnawing curiosity, as if something important lay hidden behind those flames. I wanted to know more, to understand the power that fox wielded.
I started my search close to home. The guild had a library of sorts, a cluttered room of dusty tomes that Sylia always insisted contained treasures of knowledge.
I scoured every text I could find on magical creatures and elemental powers, but the closest reference to black flames was in legends of ancient times.
