As the clear chime of the morning bell shattered the morning mist, the blood bubbling in Flame Venerable's throat dripped down his chin onto the charred bluestone.
The fire marks on his chest had already crawled across half his face, and the white of his left eye was completely bloodshot, like two burning coals. "Lord Saint Sovereign said that all who block me are mere firewood!"
Ghostly blue flames wrapped around the shrieking souls of the wronged as they surged toward the crowd.
Chapter 75