The man's hair was like red silk, as though flames danced across it.
His robe was black, but faint bright-red patterns lined its edges. The patterns followed no order, looking like magma surging beneath dark earth.
Every part of him proclaimed the "Will of Fire," including the aura he gave off, which proved his identity—Odecras!
Odecras's human form might have had flamboyantly blazing hair and robes, yet his face was cold and composed, utterly devoid of fire's temperament.
His complexion was pale, his expression indifferent.
Like Fafnir's, his pupils were heterochromatic: one a vivid flame-red, the other an ice-blue representing frost.
Odecras's presence should clearly have been that of tyrannical flames, yet Angel could always inadvertently catch a breath of icy chill from him.
Could it be that, like Sinafa, he possessed not only a fire affinity but also a hidden, opposing frost affinity?
There was another strange point. Odecras was a flame dragon, yet instead of living beside magma and volcanoes, he resided in Ice Valley, where the ice had not melted for ten thousand years. Why?
Was it because he had a hidden frost affinity, or... because of her?
Angel turned his gaze toward the frost dragon on the mural, white as jade.
Odecras was also looking at the mural. Seated in an ice-crystal chair beneath it, he silently watched Binaqiongsi in the painting, an indelible yearning in his eyes.
At this moment, Odecras did not resemble a powerful Abyss Dragon in the slightest. Instead, he looked like a devout worshipper gazing upon a divine statue in a church.
Angel moved, carefully walking toward Odecras.
To break this deadlock, he first needed a variable. Odecras looked utterly cold and completely ignored Angel's existence. Since the mountain would not come to him, he would go to the mountain.
Angel