Xiao Ming's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. Without further delay, he stretched his palm. Swirling on it was the clump of the cyan shadow flame.
He sliced off a simple wisp and willed it to float toward the rapidly withering cocoon.
WHOOSH!
Like dry leaves caught under a wild fire, the entire cocoon actually became consumed in the flames that was let out.
The flame slowly burnt and at the same time it burnt, it released a soothing chill.
The subtle underflow of burning and freezing happened very quickly, allowing the cocoon to eventually stabilize later on.
The cocoon actually survived after it absorbed enough of the flame's essence.
Soon, it seemed like an entire day had passed in the mysterious gray space.
The cocoon visibly cracked gently and began releasing blinding blue light from the hollows of space from where it was shattered.
