The small flame suddenly grew bright and took on a humanoid shape once more. Even standing beside Logan, it didn't burn him.
Unlike any creature he had seen before, the flaming figure dropped to one knee and lowered its head—like a knight kneeling before his liege.
"Right, well it's good to see someone so loyal, but we have work to do."
Logan thought he would need to hand over the few fire mana crystals he had to help the creature recover, but it proved unnecessary. The flames around the fiery knight intensified—and then, without hesitation, it launched itself at the demons.
Just like before, a dark figure flickered beneath the blaze, as if its body were formed from smoldering charcoal. From its arms, two blazing blades emerged, and it began to slash with an intense, burning aura.
Logan glanced at the hovering presence he believed to be the first spirit. It watched the fight in silence, drifting beside him.
