Carlos suddenly thought of something, staring directly at the Fire Spirit ahead.
Not taking action, seemingly waiting for something.
At this time, thinking back on the recent scenes in its mind, the Fire Spirit remained caught up in feeling sorry for itself.
Clearly it had done nothing wrong, yet those fierce bad things angrily scolded it and even launched various attacks.
Luckily 'home' ran fast, arriving at such a beautiful place.
Pure white everywhere, completely unlike the spirit realm's dull sameness and boredom.
Before it could go out to play, robbers had broken into its home!
Even worse—it couldn't even beat them.
Unable to return home, the Fire Spirit was too heartbroken, with small flame orbs continuously dropping.
Being completely caught up in feeling sorry for itself, the Fire Spirit didn't notice that the spirit particles within its body were constantly being used up without replenishment.
Its fiery red flame body was actually slowly dimming...
