Kelly charged into the depths of the flames, and the surrounding fire voluntarily parted, leaving only a glazed flame hovering before her.
Kelly found it hard to describe this flame with prophecy. It seemed like a liquid, flowing with the burning of the fire, crystalline and translucent.
It also seemed like a pure life force aggregation. Kelly felt like she was standing before a thriving forest, facing an exuberant life force, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to have decreased significantly.
Others might hesitate, but Kelly, single-mindedly, extended her hand directly to grab the flame.
It felt as if she had caught nothing, yet also as if she had grasped a pulsating gas like a heart, a feeling difficult to describe.
This flame was utterly harmless, very gentle. However, if Kelly felt the slightest timidity, the gentle flame would immediately turn into a ruthless killer.
