The Spirit seemed to be literally made of Fire Qi. And an extremely pure Qi at that, so pure that Kyrian could feel its quality even from a distance.
Even so, strangely...
The temperature of the chamber did not increase after its appearance.
It was as if it completely concealed its energy. As if all that monstrous power was perfectly contained within that translucent body, without allowing a single degree of wasted heat to escape.
'Absolute control.' Kyrian thought.
Then the Spirit spoke.
Its voice was hoarse. Deep. Filled with echoes.
It sounded like volcanic rocks breaking apart inside boiling lava.
"You have arrived."
Kyrian did not answer immediately.
The two simply stared at each other.
Kyrian observed the Spirit, its form, its energy, and its expression.
The Spirit observed Kyrian, his eyes, his cultivation, and his presence.
An entire minute passed in silence.
Both seemed curious.
