Chapter 112 - The fire trails (1/2)

When Nightin opened his eyes once again, he was back to the darkness and silence, the only thing about the surrounding which have changed, was the puzzle before his eyes.

The number '1' which represents water had turned dull and in place of it was the arrow pointing towards the number '2' which represents fire.

The button which had sunk in previously, had also came back up once again, just one push and he would be in the second part of the puzzle.

The second trails would be on fire, the blazing flames which represents bravery and courage, passionate love and even war. A complicated colour filled with the sweetness and bitterness of lives, all emotions of every human, were being pulled by the ear.

I have to do it no matter what, this isn't just for myself, but for the sake of the water spirit who had perished for me.

Nightin thought to himself as his finger pushed down on the button, a loud sound of mechanics clicking was last heard before the flames swallowed him whole.

In the meantime, Dark Fang was currently nearby and in just a few more twists and turns, he would soon arrive in the area where Nightin once stood at.

Realising that just the Samsara eyes alone weren't enough, he activated his Samsara law to the fullest extent and was finally able to see whatever was going on.

The cold hard ground beneath his feet, was being replaced by hot molten rocks filled with cracks, the same applied to the walls as well.

Soon, he realised that lava was starting to form on the ground and collecting themselves, the temperature of the surroundings increased rapidly as Nightin tried to move from his immobilised state.

His feet were being rooted to the ground by a mysterious force and all he could do, was wallow in despair as the lava started to rise.

I won't give in that easily to you! That was the only thought in Nightin's mind right now as he circulated his firestorm spirit energy, releasing it out of his body to form a blast of energy wave, weakening the restraining force tying him down for that slight moment.

Making use of this short timing, he immediately leaped towards the nearest rock which was taller.

Huff Huff Huff

Nightin took in deep gasps of air, his chest was heaving up and down as he half bent down and placed his hands on his knees, just one step slower and he would already be consumed.

But still, would it be possible for my Firestorm flames to feast on these flames?

”Hoho, not bad young lad, you're the first in a thousand years to have made it out of the first stage alive.” The laughter of an old man resounded in the enclosed area of lava, his sinister laughter echoing into the ears of Nightin.