His heart was beating violently, and a voice was urging him to go in quickly. The young man did not resist the instruction that he did not know where it came from. He could feel that someone was calling for help in front of him.

There were flames spreading everywhere in front of him, and the red fire burned the young man's hair into curls, but he still rushed into the depths of the fire without hesitation.

There is a door at the end of these flames. The old wooden door has been blackened by the smoke. Judging from the red wood beside the door, it is clear that this door has a very high temperature.

So the young man pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the door with the sword. Then he spread his hands, put his palms together, and slapped the sword hilt with all his strength.

This blow shattered the door in one fell swoop, and the broken door leaves were scattered on the ground together with the wood chips. The surrounding fire followed, and the flames climbed up the door frame, eating away at every structure in the house.

The spreading fire did not scare him, and the young man walked into the room shrouded in flames.

The boy's footsteps, which had been moving forward, now stopped.

There was a girl in front of her. Even though her whole body was covered with dark ash, it was still possible to tell that she was a girl.

The girl was choking, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. I don't know whether it was from the smoke or because she was really grief-stricken.

"Stop crying."
Chapter completed!