lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,He lowered his head, gazing at his blazing hands, and murmured, "Indeed worthy of being a forbidden art of the imperial court. In this power, I seem to see... the true nature of fire.",He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.。