In the darkness of the night, Luo Chen's figure flitted through the camp like a ghost. His movements were agile and swift, each step impeccably precise. His gaze was fixed on the tents, a surge of destructive impulse rising in his heart. Setting fires, that was his specialty, and tents, those flammable things, were his favorite.
Luo Chen reached for a fire stick from his waist, gave it a gentle blow, and the flame sprang to life. He skillfully tossed the fire stick onto a tent, and in an instant, flames soared high, enveloping the tent in blazing fire. The soldiers in the camp were stunned by this sudden inferno, running around frantically, trying to extinguish the rampaging flames.
