The azure glow within the jade bottle flickered and pulsed, as the dormant natal flame seed stirred restlessly.
Ethan felt its innate hunger — even though it remained mere larvae, the seed had already sensed the immense power of the innate spiritual fire lying deep within the cave's core.
The blue flame writhed, eager to devour any semblance of flame energy to hasten their growth, to awaken, to transform.
"Steady now, little one," Ethan murmured gently, offering comfort.
"Relax here with me — your feast awaits."
Sure enough, at his touch, the restless blue flame ceased its frantic oscillations, settling to a soft simmer inside the jade bottle.
"I'm here, Mr. Burn!" Ethan's voice cracked through the thick mist, assurance underlying the demand.
"Come down, then," came Ash Burn's steady, resonant reply from deep below.
"You've felt the fury of the demon fire from below, yes?"
"Indeed," Ethan replied confidently, scanning the haze.
