Some time later.
In a quiet stretch of black sky.
Endless darkness swallowed every gaze and probe. Nothing could be found.
A pitch-black door stood in the dark, billowing black mist pouring from within.
A humanoid figure suddenly appeared before the black door, seemingly formed from black mist. It had become solid and knelt before the door.
"Black Spirit pays respects to Lord."
The misty figure spoke respectfully. "Reporting to Lord: the Origin Lamp has kindled Black Flame... What Shamanic Dance said... has come to pass."
"...Lord, it must have been Black Spirit who lit the wick. One wisp of my black smoke and one of my secret eyes ignited the darkness fire and became the wick!"
His voice brimmed with excitement.
Within the black door, some strange, mysterious power seemed to swirl. In an instant, it was as if every cause and effect throughout time had passed before that uncanny power.
"The fire of the black mist has indeed been kindled... By observing its causes and effects, I can see that you were involved. Had you not laid down your black smoke in the forbidden world, this black flame should not have been able to ignite..."
A low voice sounded from within the black door, having discerned every cause and effect.
At that, the misty figure called Black Spirit grew even more excited. "Lord... Should I go and retrieve that black-mist flame? Offer it to you..."
Black Spirit knew very well that although he had kindled the flame, the things bound up with the darkness fire were beyond his ability to pry into.
Only the being within the door... had the right!
But the mysterious voice merely said, "The Darkness Cosmos Source can reappear only after all twelve flames have been kindled... It's too soon. Don't be impatient."
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