"Whatever the case, Old Man Burning Cloud is without a doubt countless times stronger than Roger. I refuse to believe someone like him could lose to White Death," someone else said confidently, arms crossed as they stared at the screen.
Another voice chimed in, more cautious but filled with speculation. "White Death uses black flames… same as those from the declining Black Lotus Guild. But this one's different. Look at him—he doesn't carry the aura of a Black Lotus member. They rarely show themselves, let alone cause a spectacle. And Old Man Burning Cloud has walked the path of flames for thousands of years… there's no way this masked upstart can out-burn him."
"I don't know…" a quieter voice muttered. "White Death is… strange. After what he did to Roger, nothing about him seems ordinary. His mask—plain, blank, no features—it's like he doesn't want to be known. Or maybe… he wants the world to fear what they can't know."
