The flames died out, and the strange phenomenon vanished.
Suleiman turned back to the soldiers and found them staring at him in confusion. They had no idea what had happened; they only knew that Lord Suleiman had seemed absent-minded as he walked into the flames, and they had fortunately pulled him back in time.
Suleiman turned again to look at the scorched remains.
If you asked whether Suleiman believed in gods, then here, the answer was yes.
At least in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, the major religions, aside from the Seven, truly did possess so-called miracles.
He might have somehow triggered a sacrificial ritual. After all, he had burned so many heads at once—it was utterly shocking.
And the god associated with fire was R'hllor, also known as the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the god of shadow and flame.
But he had never heard of R'hllor revealing its true form.
The air was filled with the smell of charcoal and an indescribably scorching residual heat, as though the flames that had surged into the sky had not been ordinary fire, but had been drawn straight from R'hllor's divine realm.
Suleiman drew a deep breath, trying to calm the violent pounding in his chest. That fire dragon, that surge of power, that sensation of being connected to the very source of all fire in the world—it had not been an illusion.
It seemed he had drawn the attention of some supernatural force, and that was definitely not a good thing. He knew nothing of R'hllor's doctrines, much less possessed any devout faith.
Why had it turned its gaze upon him? Was it merely because the sacrifice had been grand enough? Or was there something special about him?
Could it be that the flames