In an age unknown how many ages ago, as the Primal Fire gradually waned, darkness silently crept closer.
The gods vanished without a trace, and the dragons fell utterly silent.
The giants searched for a way to keep the flame burning, but all their efforts were futile. No method could stop the fire from gradually dimming.
In the end, the giants chose to turn themselves into firewood, sustaining the Primal Fire.
Luo Chuan fell silent, pondering the story Yao Ziyan had told.
When an entire civilization faced a crisis of life and death, frail mortal communities could always erupt with unimaginable strength.
Even if they were like faint fireflies before disaster, they would still struggle to survive. At such a time, the gains and losses of any one race no longer held meaning. Everything they did was simply to endure.
"What about the humans and elves?" Luo Chuan asked.
The power of the Primal Fire had divided into four parts. Aside from the dragons and giants, humans and elves had likewise received its power.
"They wanted to help too, but the giants refused them."
"Why?"
"Because the giants were their elder brothers."
Luo Chuan opened his mouth, yet no words came out.
The term elder brother here naturally did not refer to blood relations.
Giants had been born earlier than the other races, and they had even been personally created by the gods. Compared with the other races, they were thus much like elder brothers.
The Primal Fire needed fuel, so they made themselves into fuel.
The fire was kindled, passed down from generation to generation.
"What happened afterward?" Luo Chuan calmed himself a little before continuing to ask.
"I don't know." Yao Ziyan shook her head. "What came after was only mentioned in passing. The book didn't provide