Red couldn't believe her eyes. Time and space slowed down with the spirit's appearance. The daemons looked like they were actually swimming in the air rather than flying. Their speedy flight had turned into a super slow motioned flapping of their wings.
"Why is your mouth hung open, child? Do you not think that everything here is real now?"
The red orange flame spoke. It had the same bitchiness in her voice the same as Leah had, but this time around Red felt that the voice was more mature than the ones she had talked to in her head.
"It seems that she can't process the fact that we are the spirit of fire." The blue flame spoke.
It had a softer voice, a more mellow and kinder tone to it that reminded Red of Rhea.
The blue flame spoke the truth though. How in the world did the spirit of fire – or should she say spirits of fire – lived in her head all this time?