The newborn ghost fire was faint and tiny, far smaller than even a fingernail. It seemed as if a mere gust of wind could extinguish it.
A newborn ghost fire hadn't appeared in this swamp for many years. But whenever one did, it immediately became a target for the seven existing ghost fires, all of them scrambling to absorb and devour it.
Its appearance made it a target not only for the five smaller ghost fires, but especially for the yellow ghost fire that had just lost a tenth of its main body.
If it absorbed the newborn, it could recover a portion of its body. If it couldn't restore its form, it was highly likely to become a target for the slightly larger yellow ghost fire.
The newborn ghost fire's red, smoky flame was extremely faint. It seemed to catch the scent of an exciting fiery aura. It shot out from a skull and darted toward the lingering aura left behind by the Golden Crow.
