Elemental Age: Mysteries of Fireheart

When the rust color of the iron mine cave spread over his fingertips, he heard the whisper of the elements - it was not the cold hardness of iron, but another more active thing, creating light blue sparks in his blood. The armor that Blacksmith Huo stuffed into him before his death was always glowing with carbon light in the dark. They say that the couple is a taboo, a shadow leaking through the cracks of the market hell. Deep in the mist, the vines of the woman in green wrapped around his wrist, and the moon reflected in the carbon crystal chain was cracked. The key trembled slightly in the armor, like a star falling in response to the nine heavens.