Ronan didn't speak, but the sound of burning logs from the fireplace caught his attention.
He unconsciously turned his head, and in the next instant, he felt surrounded by a vivid orange-red...
Ronan gazed steadily at the fireplace, where countless light shadows seemed to flicker in his eyes. The orange flames slowly died down until they were completely extinguished, and weak sparks flickered slightly on the black ashes.
"What did you see?"
Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the extinguished fire and turned his head, coming face to face with Prophet Eve's furry bear face.
She stared intently into Ronan's eyes, as if trying to see through his body and discern the hidden surges of thoughts in his heart.
Ronan looked back at Prophet Eve, and after a moment, he calmly got up and stood from beside the fireplace.
"Is there anything else?"
Prophet Eve retracted her robust White Bear form, returning to her lazy and languid manner. She yawned and tossed something to Ronan.
