In the mural, the three witches from the East leaped into the Fire Basin one after another. The newly kindled Law's Fire melted their bodies, spirituality, souls, and magic in turn.
The three witches from the East died.
No—or rather, their spirits and magic had forever merged with the ever-burning Thousand Year Fire.
As long as the Thousand Year Fire continued to burn, their magic and spirituality would never disappear.
Though they had given up their lives and freedom, magic always came with a corresponding price and risks to bear—and vice versa.
They had sacrificed so much that, in return, their magic and spirituality had endured for more than two thousand years without fading.
The Old Witch watched the murals on the dome and sighed. She said to Yveta, "I've heard my teacher tell tales of legendary witches. The Eastern Three Witches came from the Civilization of Fire. They once used witchcraft to help many kings and performed many legendary deeds."
"I just don't know what level their magic reached."
"The Civilization of Fire was the best at wielding flames. From the few legends that survive to this day, we can tell that it was the first civilization in the world to kindle a flame."
"The Eastern Three Witches came from the Civilization of Fire, so the Thousand Year Fire was influenced by it too."
"Of course, the Civilization of Fire probably wasn't the only source of Fire Magic."
Yveta had Fire Dragon blood in him, so he paid particular attention to this. He frowned. "Part of the power of fire may have originated with the Civilization of Fire, but one of the people who turned Fire Magic into Black Magic was my ancestor, the Long Princess of Arthas."
"Come to think of it, the Long Princess wasn't wrong when