Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

Misu's tone was somewhat incredulous, "A life contract..."


Upon hearing this, Fang Hong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.


He stepped forward, but the phantom, as if sensing his emotions, disappeared into thin smoke in an instant.


Ahead, amidst the dark fog, faint firelight emerged, and the uneven slate street appeared underfoot, a scene all too familiar to Fang Hong.


He hesitated for a moment before resolutely walking forward.


Parting the mist, ahead was Grey Oak Square.


On the square, on one side were Misu and Manlo Huolite along with a host of Dragon Worshippers, amidst a sea of fire. The square was littered with corpses, blood flowing like rivers.


In the center, the Dragon Worship Servants formed a massive concentric circle, chanting obscure spells in unison, pushing the summoning ritual to its final phase.


Within that blood-red array, a massive skeleton was slowly taking shape amid the black smoke.


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