The Divine Flame Body Building technique arced before Ethan's mind like a blazing comet, ablaze with possibility.
But its brilliance without the accompaniment of the elusive strange flames was like an untuned instrument—endless potential, yet voiceless.
He did not even dare dream of the innate spiritual fire, the next great leap among the flame ranks. Not a hint of even the lowest beast fire had crossed his path. The pathway ahead was shrouded in mist, and grasping the materials essential to awaken the technique felt at times like chasing the wind.
"It's maddening," Ethan thought with a sigh, "to possess a heavenly formula yet lack the flames to cultivate it."
Yet fortunes favored those who dared, and fate often spun threads through hidden looms.
