Alex's surprise was masked by the red, yellow, and blue illumination. He stood there for a long time, watching the flames burn with great might.
"The Progenitor's flames…" Alex said softly. "Scarlet did tell me about this. She was using this to make her Creation, wasn't she?"
Ningzhu nodded. "This is a sacred space, and the only ones allowed to visit are the Vermilion Birds. This flame is used to treat us from even the harshest of pain and disease. We come here to gain warmth in the Progenitor's fire when we feel lost and cold. And almost all of us come here to try and make this flame into our Creation."
Alex nodded for a moment before something stuck out. "Sorry, try and make? Not just make?" he asked.
"It's difficult to turn an object of such might into one's Creation," Ningzhu said.
"I don't understand," Alex said. "Can't you just absorb the aura and make a Phoenix Flame as your Creation?"
