A pillar of flame rose from the building as if the ceiling didn't even exist. Lily from her tower watched the flame rising before continuing to focus on her flower magic codex.
The flames gathered above the sky of Asgard as a pure white loutus made of flames formed in the sky. It exuded a pure law of creation as the heavens and the stars turned their attention toward it.
The lotus seemed to resonate with the entire lord's continent as it started to shake; the heaven also noticed the anomaly as it blocked all the aftershocks.
In the center of the continent, in a place where no one had even stepped food a candle flame-sized white flame could be seen floating among the darkness on the verge of fading away.
Suddenly, the flame surged as if it had noticed something; it moved toward a direction for a moment before stopping. It wasn't that it didn't want to move, but that it didn't even have the ability to.
