World in the Painting Ishruna: Crimson Poem and Secrets

The Church had many ancient books. Sakura had spent a long time merely organizing them; compared to sorting through these old tomes, managing Church affairs could only be considered entertainment in her spare time.

Elsewhere in the world of Ishruna, such a vast collection of books could no longer be found. Only the Church possessed such abundant archives.

Most of the books Sakura had sorted out concerned the world's background. Each of these ancient texts had a history of several thousand years.

"These passages seem... rather obscure."

Olga Marie flipped through a projected ancient text. Its title was Crimson Poem, a song from antiquity praising the Primal Fire.

"I've already read that one."

Hearing Olga Marie's complaint, Sakura curiously leaned over.

"It really is quite obscure. After all, it uses this world's ancient language. The contents are roughly like this."

She paused, cleared her throat, lowered her voice, and vividly recited it in the tone of a narrator.

"At the beginning of the world, there was only chaos and the ancient dragons living within it. After an unknown span of time, the Primal Fire appeared in the world. The first Holy King grasped the true meaning of flame and obtained the King Soul of Fire. From then on, chaos was no more, and life flourished."

Only Gray keenly noticed that the intervals of time were not the same. As the number of Flame Transmissions increased, they grew shorter and shorter, until four hundred years later, when the Primal Fire declined. No new Flame Transmission bearer appeared, the Primal Fire went out, and the world fell into wind and snow.

"There is also something like this here."

The third generation, the fourth generation, the fifth generation... it had always been this way. At regular intervals, the Primal Fire would decline, and