All directions were filled with endless flames.
The flames burned his body and mind, making him feel the fire permeating every inch of his being.
Suddenly.
The great fire dissipated.
The scorching sensation vanished in an instant.
"Gurgle—"
He sank into the endless seabed.
Everywhere he looked, there was the dark sea floor and infinite waves.
In the water, he seemed to turn into a small boat rocked by the currents, a boat with no control of its own.
At this moment, water and fire ceaselessly fused together.
It was as if he moved from the water into a sea of fire, and from the sea of fire back into water.
It is unknown how much time passed.
It could have been a moment, or it could have been years, or even an eternity compressed into an instant.
Water and fire fused, co-existing, transforming into a grinding wheel.
Half of it was red, red as fire.
The other half was black, black as water.
