Chapter 75
In his lifetime Miran had witnessed many wonders in the two realms he had lived in. Some of them repeated too many times that they ceased to be wonders they once were. Anything under the sun he had seen more than a thousand times. For mortals it was more often than for Guardians but time repeated itself more than most people could acknowledge.
Yet in all his long existence Miran had never met cold fire. It was new in all sense of the word and fascinating indeed. The fire was as blue as the ocean surface but parts of it had the red and yellow hues of fire. What made it even more amazing was that the fire moved like a drop of water. It didn't burn his skin, it was actually cool as it rolled on his palm. Whoever made it had to be the greatest mind in the realms under the Sire's.
"Who came up with the idea of this cold fire?"
"Orah did your highness. She had pure talent when it comes to inventing, my lord."