So he just has the power of the sun in the Palm of his hands
{Sirius Flare} - the incantation echoed in their minds as they beheld the cataclysmic explosion. The white-hot inferno incinerated trees, vaporized the oasis
Rummaging through his bag, he retrieved a sleeveless turtleneck. However, his gaze drifted to the coat he had acquired from the dungeon. It still emitted an eerie, unsettling energy, more cursed than he remembered.
"Mr.Quinn, I believe the key lies in the synchronicity of the mechanisms. Each component must work in perfect harmony, interlocking like pieces of a complex puzzle. Only then can the creation transcend its limitations and approach the essence of perfection you seek."
"Ah, you've returned to me, my dear," Kingpin sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. It carried a deep resonance that seemed to reverberate through Xin's very soul. "And all it took was a little fire. Did you have fun?"
Curiosity and concern mingled in Xin's heart as he followed the sound to a nearby window. There, his innocent eyes widened in horror as he witnessed a sight that chilled him to the core. Other children, just like him, were being subjected to torture and gruesome experiments. The pain etched on their faces painted a bleak picture of suffering and despair.
Xin's heart sank as he saw the brand on her arm. He knew how cruel the kingpin could be, and the thought of Ann suffering under his hand made him feel sick to his stomach.
Tears welled up in Xin's eyes as he stared at the woman in the picture, his mind transported to a time long gone. The memories flooded his senses, intertwining with the melancholic air that hung in the room. He remembered the laughter that once resonated within these very walls, the melodies that danced through the air, and the joyous symphony that filled the hearts of those who had entered this place.