"What is this power?"
"Actually, I'm not quite sure either..."
Ronan lifted a hand and looked at the tiny flames flowing by the edge of his palm, pondering for a moment before he replied: "Probably... what you all look down upon, brute force."
"Brute force?"
Lola paused upon hearing this answer, then gritted her teeth and bitterly said, "No matter what power it is, next time, you will definitely die... in the most painful and miserable way! Ahhh..."
After speaking, the last trace of light in her eyes completely disappeared.
Next time?
Ronan hadn't understood the meaning of this phrase Lola mentioned before he saw her head drop, and then her whole body, like a rapidly withering flower, turned to dust in just a few breaths.
Only leaving behind a gold-lit leaf gently falling to the ground.
Ronan's eyes slightly twinkled as he bent down to pick up the golden leaf and examined it closely.
The white flames around him gradually subsided, and his white hair also fell.