"What's going on?" The sudden change shocked everyone present. An alchemist's flame was like their third hand, but now, this "third hand" was disobeying their commands. The way the flames were behaving was just too bizarre.
Everyone's gaze followed the direction the flames were kowtowing. In a corner of the stone platform, a young man in black martial attire stood casually. A flame of the deepest black pulsed slowly in his hand, exuding a soul-stirring beauty. The object of the flames' worship was, incredibly, that pitch-black flame.
