When the pirates came to kill him, Lu Yuan's hand holding the knife moved before his brain. A horizontal cut with the knife, the edge of the wound was burnt black, as if it had been burned with a soldering iron. Before he could figure out what was going on, a word popped into his mind -
"Light a fire."
The flames spread against the ground. Quiet, soundless, like a ripple on the water - only fiery red.
The pirate ran away.
Lu Yuan was kneeling on the scorched earth alone, his whole arm shaking. Then he heard a second voice. Not heard with ears. It seeps up from the seams in the bones.
Two words.
"Remaining fire."
