It was as if staring at the skies, clear and bright endless blue skies at dead of night coming from such a small frame of a static frozen frame of a flame… a flame no longer it was radiating warm but wonder more, and a tad bit more confusion than a genuine amazement, for it was radiating orange warm no longer but azury chill magically giving quite a comfortable touch to the skin and a wholly new touch to the inside of this cottage all around… the one-horned devil felt she was in a completely new space the ghost girl had just led her into,
"Oh, didn't think I'd succeed," with a proud smile Gisalda spoke up, her ethereal palms now diving into the azury flame, "Took me longer though, and it was more difficult to channel my energy without getting close to the flame… welp, guess the end result is what matters."
