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Horn's corpse burned with Final Spark in the fireplace of the Fire Aspect Temple, not leaving behind even a trace of Ashes.

Clemo felt a tumult of emotions.

Black Face Ackerman had suffered a blow, accepted his own mediocrity, and lost heart.

But Horn was different. When he woke up, he was a Firewood Collector without a witch, guided forward only by that teacher of Feral Fire.

It could be said that Bonfire had never granted Horn any kindness or warmth from Flame.

Ironically, even his corpse had ultimately become fuel for the fireplace of the Fire Aspect Temple.

For the sake of the other Firewood Collectors...

What a lofty slogan.

Yet whether it was Bonfire's almost parasite-breeding method of selecting Firewood Collectors or Horn's experience, both showed Clemo Bonfire's coldness.

In those dark corners, who knew how many Firewood Collectors had died in obscurity for the so-called distant goal of rekindling the world...

They had never even seen the world that once burned, yet they had given their lives for it.

Was all this... really worth it?

Clemo felt somewhat lost.

Perhaps noticing his low spirits, Yagony suddenly spoke from beside him.

"The cold wind is howling in."

"Do not let your Flame waver."

After saying that,

Yagony's figure vanished outright.

He had seen far too many Firewood Collectors whose convictions wavered along the road ahead. It no longer stirred any ripples in his heart.

He had more important matters to attend to.

The fact that he had offered a reminder at all was only out of consideration for Candlefire.

Hearing this, Clemo remained silent for a long time before looking at the sword in his hand.

"...Atubal, you were right."

"Only strength... can protect..."

After taking a deep breath, he turned and left.

He was not yet qualified