Fiery Soul

The smell of scorched earth filled all directions, and the power of the sacred song could no longer suppress the red light rising into the sky. The flying feathers are burning, wailing replaces the joyful singing, cracking and shattering bring the end, and grief and anger bury everything. The song of reincarnation for thousands of years began to sing slowly. From the useless ashes, a new king was born. ——Poetry of Reincarnation, Chapter of Kings, Prelude This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.