The closer Asato got to the fire, the more he realised that the darkness had given him an illusion of the blackness of the smoke. Reflecting the sun on its surface, the smoke was closer to Prussian blue and the red inside was shining in orange light.
The place where they collide, they merged to give rise to a blend which he had never seen, however, it was not brown too.
It was an entirely unique colour which should not theoretically be possible. It made Asato reconsider his approach toward the smoke. Seeing him stop, Nate stopped his approach too but not before passing him a look which he ignored.
“Nate, what do you see in the smoke? What can you see?” Asato asked, just to get a second opinion. Although his senses could not find anything different about the situation, his instincts scre
