World in the Painting: Ishruna-The So-Called Flame Transmission

Gray and the others were naturally no strangers to the Golden Tribe. Many ancient texts contained records of the Golden Dynasty, the powerful dynasty that had first unified Ishruna. Every member of the Golden Tribe was as powerful as a god, and their most striking feature was their golden pupils, dazzling like the sun.

They were even more familiar with the first Holy King. Legend held that the first Holy King had gained the power of the Primal Fire and carved out the world of Ishruna from chaos. In this world, she held a position equivalent to that of a creator god.

The girl before them, who called herself Akasha, was actually the daughter of that first Holy King. Even by the most conservative estimate, she had lived for at least ten thousand years. It was only natural for her to possess such power.

"I'm very sorry, Princess Akasha. We had no intention of disturbing you."

Kischurche stepped forward, placed his right hand over his chest, and bowed slightly.

"You need not apologize. Your arrival was inevitable. It was fate's guidance; the prophecy had long been recorded in the Book of Crimson."

Akasha spoke softly as she raised her head toward the false starry sky overhead.

"Not only you, but Ishruna's entire future as well. Everything has finally reached its end. A future of chaos is about to arrive, and no one knows what will happen then."

As she spoke, she lowered her gaze and looked over Kischurche and Gray's group behind him.

Perhaps it was only an illusion, but Gray felt that the princess's gaze lingered on her a little longer.

"Flame Transmission..."

For the sake of allowing their new home to endure, the first Holy King had found a way to keep the Primal Fire from fading. It