"M-my lord! Are you alright?"
Saresha and several other dark faes rushed over with concerned looks, but they stopped a safe distance away before looking at the Quasi Tier-7 Fire Lamp in Leon's hand with dread.
"I'm fine," Leon calmly said.
Despite his calm countenance, his hands had been seared by the heat, even though it didn't make direct contact with the White Luminosity Eternal Flame.
Leon was forced to place the Quasi Tier-7 Fire Lamp down and apply Tier-3 Golden Ointment to his seared flesh.
"What kind of flame was that? How could it be so terrifying?" Saresha asked with a horrified look as she recalled the sight.
For a moment, she thought the whole world was going to burn up in its white flames and erase her existence in a flash, leaving nothing behind.
Several dark faes could not stop trembling as if they just had experienced death.