Miquella had no idea what Zhao Si was going off to do. He had a mountain of books in front of him to deal with.
Actually, he only needed to find the Prayerbook and learn the incantations within.
But Miquella was careful in everything he did, and planned to first check whether the Fire Monks had left any records on the subject.
After all, he would be using this on his dearest younger sister. He absolutely could not act rashly.
Learning an incantation and immediately slapping a flame onto Malenia seemed far too hasty. It was not Miquella's style.
Miquella leafed through a book and raised his right hand. With a whoosh, a flame sprang up.
But the fire was not red. It was golden yellow, looking less like a flame than a constantly shifting flash of light.
Colors represented many things in the Lands Between. They were not merely colors.
For some special people, their colors had even been decided before they were born.
Of course, they had not decided for themselves. Their families, bloodlines, origins, and the powers they possessed had decided for them.
The flame in Miquella's hand had a golden-yellow outer layer glittering with points of light, while its inner layer was ivory white and looked extremely pure.
This represented the source of Miquella's power. Whatever he used would be tinted by that source.
Just as the Dragonbolt Godrick used was bound to be golden yellow.
Vyke, who had taught him Dragonbolt, clearly used red Ancient Dragon Dragonbolt. Yet the Golden Lineage surging within Godrick had naturally allowed him to master Golden Dragonbolt.
Holding the golden flame, Miquella brought it close to a potted plant on the balcony. He had expected the plant to scorch under the heat, but instead, it visibly grew more vigorous.
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