In my eyes was that pure white fire, warm yet scalding pain.
Suddenly, I remembered the stories from distant memories, accompanied by thunder and torrential rain.
I recalled those Vikings never intended to bring me to Ingwig; they were merely after their own money. At that time, I was entangled in a fight with them on the ship for a long time, but in the end, I was thrown overboard. I thought I would die just like that, but when I woke up on the shore, Ingwig's land was beneath my feet.
That was truly a moment of dreams coming true; when I awoke on the beach, the sun before me was just as warm yet scalding.
...
Firelight illuminated the dark space; Lorenzo wielded the Staff Sword, the blade had already penetrated halfway, and would pierce Sabo's heart with a full thrust. Yet, at that final moment, Sabo raised his blade, four arms from different angles caught the Staff Sword. He could only ignite Sabo's chest, unable to burn his innards completely.
