Several months ago, Old John's body was burnt to ashes by the soldiers.
At that moment, the hatred and anger in Misha's heart surged like a flood, breaking the last bit of peace deep within her.
It was as if a blazing fire ignited within her, wrapping tightly around her body, making her curl up in the corner, unable to extricate herself.
And at that moment, she suddenly discovered that she had the ability to create and control flames. It seemed to be an innate talent, catalyzed by Old John's death.
"Snap..."
Misha spread her palm, a flickering flame ignited in her hand.
The flame was hot and bright, as if it was the embodiment of her inner self.
"Releasing this power, maybe then Lord Ramp will take notice."
"Perhaps even garner the king's attention, and then... exact revenge for Old John personally."
Her brown pupils also lit up with a fire, whether it was a reflection of the flame in her hand or a response to her changing emotions.
Misha slowly raised her hand.
"Boom!"