World in the Painting Ishruna · Bringing Down the Gods

"Mr. Gale...?"

Seeing this, Gray seemed to have guessed what would happen next. Her voice began to tremble.

"Hahahaha, little Gray, there's no need to mourn for me. Don't let my unreliable appearance fool you—I used to be incredibly handsome, with countless beautiful girls who liked me."

"And even if I'm going to die, I have to die gloriously! That's my rule for living!"

Gale let out a hearty laugh. As he laughed, orange-red flames ignited across his body. The remnant souls of the other Holy Kings did the same, their immense souls soaring into the sky and merging with the Primal Fire.

The previously listless Primal Fire suddenly blazed fiercely. Its flames surged, and its aura rose steadily.

Madness Flame struggled even more violently. Cracks appeared across the chains' surfaces, then spread outward.

Olga Marie and the others realized how important those chains were and reinforced them with magecraft, but that could only barely delay the moment they shattered completely.

Madness Flame was a power of a higher order than their magical energy, even surpassing the True Ether of the Age of Gods. Other than the Primal Fire, no other power could contend against it.

As they struggled to hold it back, the Primal Fire finished burning through the kindling formed from the souls of the thirteen Holy Kings and returned to a state close to its peak.

Crack—

Kir's combat experience ultimately could not compare to that of the first Holy King. Even if what his opponent was wielding now was only fragmented memories engraved into its body, it still far surpassed him. If not for the immense power of the Primal Fire, he would have fallen into a disadvantage long ago.

The Primal Fire slowly descended into Gray's hands and merged into her body.

At that thought,