A Haunting Past

John strode merrily through the living room, his feet barely making a sound. He twirled in the center of the room, taking in the eerie and hushed atmosphere. His sixth sense tingling, he could feel the wolf's watchful gaze upon him.

It was lurking somewhere nearby, but he couldn't see where.

He closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon Dalia's Fire Control Skill. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a small fireball that danced in the palm of his hand. He threw it upwards towards the ceiling, watching as it illuminated the dim room with its glowing flames. Each time he practiced, he could feel himself getting better and more in control of the powerful skill Dalia had given him.

As the room lit up, the wolf's black and red fur stood out and the flames cast long shadows on the floor.

The creature's eyes glowed menacingly and it bared its fangs.