While thinking, Kyrian's eyes suddenly moved toward the sky.
For a moment, Kyrian could not explain why he had looked upward. It was an instinctive movement, as if something had pulled at his attention without making a sound, a silent call that only his eyes could perceive.
Something had moved within his peripheral vision.
Very high above. Extremely far away.
So well hidden within the smoke and ashes that no ordinary cultivator would ever be capable of noticing it. Normal human vision, even enhanced by Qi, would have difficulty distinguishing a small flame among the millions of incandescent particles floating across the volcanic sky.
But Kyrian's eyes noticed it.
High in the volcanic sky, hidden among streams of smoke and ashes rising from the crater of the Great Volcano, a small orange flame danced silently.
