The Past
Lyle gave a stuffy cough and his body trembled; his complexion was as red as blood.
He struggled to control the flame, however his spiritual energy could not tame the flame, he decided to go all out and use his soul, his soul touched the essence of the fire and the burning sensation increased but rather than just recklessly burning, it was washing, cleansing, leading.
Lyle could feel himself moving through a path filled with fire as the mist on his eyes burned with the flame.
Beautiful! Lyle thought the moment he opened his eyes, it was a red narrow stream of fire that seemed to be leading into a deeper river, shallow enough that one can stand and walk through; yet deep enough for one to wade through. Thousands of ghostly beings walked and swan through the river mindlessly. As they swam, specks of light fell off their bodies into the water and they turned even more transparent as if the river was washing off their mortal coils.