After hearing the Acting God's words, Kem fell silent for a long while.
"—Saan, you're right, but— even if you and I are both Saints of Blazing Fire now, before the Kindling and Touching Kindlers, we are nothing more than ants that can be crushed with a flick of a finger."
"What makes us think we can bring them fear and make them feel awe?"
At this point, the Acting God was not yet the Acting God of the future. His name was Saan.
Kem agreed with him, but whenever he thought of the power of the Kindling and the Touching Kindlers, a powerful sense of Powerlessness rose within him.
Saints of Blazing Fire were indeed powerful. It could be said that they stood at the pinnacle of the strong.
But in this Burning World, those who ultimately dictated the course of the world were still the Touching Kindlers. Many Saints of Blazing Fire would struggle their entire lives without ever attaining the world's recognition.
Before these Touching Kindlers, they were no different from ants.
Hearing this, Saan merely sneered, his eyes burning with raging fury.
"Yes, Kem, what you said is indeed true."
"But those arrogant Touching Kindlers and Kindlings will never imagine one thing—"
"That is, a great will will never vanish with the death of a single life."
"On the contrary, it will be passed down."
As he spoke, Saan took out an ordinary-looking clay jar.
"This is—" Kem's pupils shrank. "Isn't this the thing Lord Tobypus took away before he left? What does it do? Why is it in your hands?"
Saan did not explain every detail in response to Kem's question. He merely said calmly and firmly, "—Only by being driven to death can one be reborn, Kem."
"This is the legacy Lord Tobypus left