I try to forget the idea but it keeps popping into my head. It couldn't have possibly be Wollicodol? Could it?
The flame was beautiful, though. I looked at my scratched hands. Pain inflicted by suffrage, rage caused by loss...
Holy Grel that's the Fire Wollicodol chant! The one that all Greaves would say before burning incense or campfires...
What about the other elements?
"Uhm, sadness and poorness, the floodgates, tears..."
Suddenly, a tumbling sound came from outside. Thunder clapped.
It began raining.
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