lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

In his spiritual awareness, there were no meadows, no horizons, and not even a single human being. Only fire, only endless waves of flame. The surging heat almost distorted space and nearly incinerated his thoughts.,After a long silence, the black token finally emitted a powerful voice, "Two clear.",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.。