Lost in the realm of inspiration, Lu Yuan is struggling to start a fire with the Eternal Spark.
It's as if he's returned to those harsh times of the past, where the only means of survival was to ignite this one tree!
"Faster, faster! If I don't make a fire, I'll die." Each breath he takes expels a white frost.
Yet, the temperature is so low, and the surrounding humidity so high, that he cannot get the fire to rise; the energy of the Spark instead awakens the squirrels trembling inside the tree hollow.
These creatures are very cautious, making "squeak-squeak" sounds; the big squirrel even bares its teeth and claws at Lu Yuan.
"You won't let me destroy this tree?"
"It's the only way. If it's ignited, everyone can live a little longer."
"If it can't be lit, everyone will die." Lu Yuan chuckled bitterly, his muscles stiff and his capillaries contracted, his fingers almost numb.
...
The past and the present meld together at this moment.
