'Black Lotus Guild... As far as I know, they didn't have this ability,' Lyra thought to herself, her gaze fixed on the black flames spiraling around Max as they devoured the mana pool without restraint. Her eyes narrowed with a trace of curiosity and unease.
She had long suspected Max's connection to the Black Lotus Guild from the Lower Domain. It wasn't just a guess—it was something she had quietly confirmed through his aura, his fighting style, and above all, those distinctive black flames.
Only those with a certain bloodline, a trait passed down in secrecy from the ancient era from the Black Lotus Guild, possessed flames of that color. It was a mark, a signature of their legacy.
And in the Middle Domain, there were few who didn't know the legend of the Black Lotus Guild—once a peerless force that had stood at the pinnacle of strength, rivaling even the strongest empires and palaces.
