Time passed second by second.
The entire Fire Transmission Ritual Site returned to tranquility; Sister Fried sat quietly in the corner, like a serene and beautiful statue.
Only when her gaze fell upon the soul-refining warlock, Rudus, did Sister Fried's expression change ever so slightly, causing the Flame Lord to feel a bit uneasy and cautiously avert her gaze.
The night deepened.
After nightfall, Sister Fried slowly stood up and approached the Firekeeper, kneeling with one knee and gently raising her hand.
This was the ritual for power ascension conducted with the remnants of ash.
"Please touch the darkness within me," the Firekeeper softly placed her hand on Sister Fried's forehead, preparing to mobilize her soul power to help elevate her strength.
But at that moment, she suddenly sensed something with her palm.
An intuition made her heart tremble slightly.
"These belong to you," Sister Fried's lips moved imperceptibly.
