Chapter 77: Inside the Caravan

I don't understand. Every element knows how to recognize their masters, and so does fire. What did that mean?

The palace will collapse anytime soon. You should be out by that time. Hurry now, Ophelia.

I have so many questions but the voice was right. I should leave the palace first before I get buried alive.

"Is this really true? Fire won't burn me?" Though I can see it in my own eyes, I found it strangely fascinating that I couldn't believe it. It's too surreal and impossible. I mean, no one in Eravia can do this kind of sorcery-if this can be classified as one.

Move now, Ophelia, the voice demanded.

Without further ado, I leaped towards the blazing stairs. I was doubtful at first, scared that the spell or whatever magic is happening to me has a time limit or something like that. But all the uncertainties were washed away when I felt something different in my body. The heat coming from the fire brought me the kind of warmth I never thought I'd feel in this kind of situation. It was a