At his command, the guards hurried off, returning moments later with crates of wooden torches and buckets brimming with water.
The court watched in tense silence. Even the other commanders stayed put in their place, observing the proceedings without intervening. The Queen leaving the decision to him was one part; the other part was that they had enough faith and knowledge about the Divine Paladin to know that he would not act impulsively.
He definitely had something up his sleeve.
Reinhardt instructed the guards to keep the things beside him and then, in front of the attentive gazes of everyone, lit a fire on the branch he was holding.
At once, flame bloomed. It was anything anyone had ever seen. It was crimson, just like all fire; however, it also held a pale emerald glow to it.
