Chapter 623: Talent

In the quiet secret chamber, amid the darkness, a crisp sound of iron sheets rubbing against each other rang out.

It resembled pebbles knocking each other.

After two collisions, a glimmer of fire was born from it. The speck of fire that resembled a candle flickering in the wind illuminated Newton's sluggish face, as well as the wound in his palm that had barely healed.

"It's fire." He looked at the flames floating above his palm, as if he had never seen fire before, and his face lit up with a child-like joy.

As his fingers moved, the heavy block of iron that was clasped onto his arm gave off a faint glow. One could vaguely see musical notes flickering in and out of sight, controlling the flames to change in a predetermined manner. The fire sometimes became ring-shaped, other times forming a square...

It was the simplest application of musical notes.

— Flame.