The Flame scattered by Chaos Kindling affected the world in every possible way. Even the insectfolk blessed with the power of time could not remain untouched.
Thus, the historical battlefield of the past had already descended into utter chaos.
Whether it was the factional relationship between the Rekindlers and the Extinguishers, or the sights of sky, land, and sea, all had been deeply affected, becoming bizarre and grotesque.
The chaos had even affected their personalities.
"Wiserk, Wiserk!"
"What are you doing staying here? Are you really going to hole up here and become the king of some small nation from history?"
"This is all fake! It's all just history!"
"You are Bonfire's spark, you are hope! How can you stay here?!"
Outside a crude royal court, a Firewood Collector questioned him, trying to wake him up.
"Ah—"
"What Rekindling, what Bonfire and spark—"
"What fake and real—"
"I've struggled for so long and fought for so long. It's time I enjoyed myself—"
"If I think it's real, then it's real. As long as I can enjoy it, that's enough—"
"Get lost, get lost, get lost. Don't disturb me."
"Come, keep the music going, keep dancing!"
Wiserk, Bonfire's strongest Firewood Collector, now looked utterly fallen, consumed by greed and pleasure.
He had found an orc kingdom from past history. After displaying his strength and making it submit, he began feasting, drinking, and making merry, losing himself in indulgence and casting all his heavy responsibilities aside.
Niuniu was in much the same situation.
"Ah!"
Niuniu let out a shriek as he looked at the weapon in his hands.
"Oh heavens, what the hell is this thing? It's so humiliating! It looks like something lonely widows hide under their beds. How could I possibly carry something like this on me? If other respectable