World in the Painting: Ishruna

By the time Gray and the others came to their senses, they had already left that world and returned to where they had been before.

But everything had vanished. All they could see were ruined walls and shattered remnants. The forest, stream, and little animals had all disappeared. Beneath their feet lay hard, cracked earth, as though everything they had seen before had been nothing more than a dream.

But the remaining Primal Fire in Gray's hand told them that this had not been a dream.

Yet the flame was so weak, like a candle guttering in the wind, and its power was constantly draining away. Even if they simply left it alone, it would likely go out on its own before long.

In order to completely erase the Madness Flame, the Primal Fire had exhausted all its strength.

When they left the place and saw the scene outside, their eyes widened instinctively.

The snowstorm had long since ceased, replaced by a pitch-black sun hanging in midair. Crimson light radiated from its edges, making it look bewitching and eerie.

It no longer gave off any light or heat, because it was already dead.

It was not just the sun. The entire world was slowly dying. This time, the Primal Fire truly was about to go out, and there was no Fire Seed left to sustain the world. The whole world would soon fall into unknown darkness and chaos.

Gray had seen many people die, but this was the first time she had witnessed the death of a world.

When they returned to the Church, they were greeted by Knight Kevin. The stiff old knight spoke such a long sentence for the first time in ages.

"The Holy Sword... about the Holy Sword..."

Kir was startled and instinctively reached for the