With a scar on his face hidden by his tousled hair and the smell of sulfur that wafted from his clothes, the child, who was blessed by the abundant fire element, looked at Adele from a distance, only wagging his fingers.
Adele smiled at her son, holding back her broken heart. Then she spread her arms.
“Ronschka, come here.”
The childhood of a child dealing with a fire spirit is miserable, and so will his future. And Adele wanted to alleviate the child’s pain even a little bit.
That’s all.
