The icy flames bring death, the crimson blazes bring purification, the golden holy flame succumbs to contamination and returns to tranquility... Regardless of the color or rhetoric, fire is always the destructive force, the harbinger of ruin.
And now, the battlefield is ablaze with flames of every hue.
"...Up until now, you don't even have a title associated with fire? This level of war mastery, hidden until today—quite unexpected."
Perhaps in the eyes filled with admiration around him, Lu Ping'an appeared as a strategist who had carefully planned for this moment, but Lu Ping'an himself merely smiled silently... The truth was that his rapid growth far outpaced the expected progress of his abilities, turning them into concealed weapons.
"This is but a part of war..."
