So where was my fire?
Dark Moon, God, Dragon King, and now a Holy Infant Disaster Star.
We'd only just crossed paths, so the odds of mistaken identity were vanishingly small.
What's more, although it hadn't manifested an image and had tried to keep its head down under Dark Moon's concealment, this one clearly had a subtle affinity with Forsaken Prison.
A full-fledged Tyrant had been assassinated in his own home. The assassins had certainly been exceptionally capable, but there still had to be a reason.
And then there was the fire that had been missing until now—oh, it was back.
Ignoring the shattered Dragon King, Fu Qian kept his injured right hand clenched as he faced down the Holy Infant and God. A dazzling flame sprang from his wound and quickly spread across his entire palm.
Its gorgeous color shimmered with the promise of boundless wealth, even complementing the Law Remnants on his body.
That's right, Fu Qian had canceled Frostburn's effect.
When it came to misleading people—especially clever people—the worst thing you could do was make it obvious.
He'd been slaying a dragon just now. Keeping it active at this point would only spoil the effect.
As for why the fire had suddenly vanished and then returned?
The specifics were hard to explain, but the Holy Infant Disaster Star was clearly a whole rank below the Dragon King, yet had still been able to take part in an operation of this caliber...
And back when they'd first met, He'd said He needed to check whether its abilities and authorities overlapped with anything else...
Put those two things together, and it was easy to arrive at a label like traitor.
Was it something like old Hamadus's concept of a subordinate god? Or was it simply a lesser being on