The flames of Fire Dragon Trauka weren’t extinguished. They remained even after Xenon’s massive body turned to ash, engulfing Reidan’s land and buildings. It was also about to engulf Grid. 

‘There is no need to be afraid.’ 

Fire, like metal, was a concept that formed Grid’s mental world. In the Sanctuary of Metal, there was a hot fire in the background where all forms of battle gear were present. Grid believed that even though the flames of the Fire Dragon were very strong, he could control them. 

He was mistaken.

“......!” 

Grid’s eyes gradually widened as he was closely watching Trauka. He belatedly noticed that none of the bright red flames surrounding Reidan were burning it. 

Were these really the flames that turned Gray Dragon Xenon to ashes a moment ago? The flames of the Fire Dragon were so cold that such a question arose. The soil, vegetation, buildings, and people of Reidan—everything engulfed in the flames remained in shape. 

‘Mental world...’ 

Grid noticed the identity of the flames. This wasn’t a by-product of the oxidation process. It wasn’t an element of magic, nor a phenomenon reproduced by divinity or magic power. It was just the embodiment of Fire...