"But fire would one day fade, and when that happened, only darkness would remain."
"Light would no longer shine upon the world, and night would endure without end."
The blazing Initial Flame flickered without warning.
The image seemed to skip frames. With every flicker, the flame grew weaker and smaller, until it resembled a dying candle in the wind.
Boundless darkness encroached from beyond the frame. Something horrifying gestated and writhed within it, until the darkness finally swallowed the last glimmer of firelight.
Leon could not sit still. A fear rising from the depths of his heart drenched him in cold sweat, and even his golden hair seemed to lose all luster.
Before touching the second bonfire, he would never have imagined seeing such a scene.
The Age of Fire had been so glorious, so full of boundless vitality. The information they had gathered before, whether Lightning Spear or Oath of Sunlight and Flame Grant Me Strength, all told stories brimming with hope and light. Gods and heroes were meant to endure forever.
But why? Why was the Initial Flame suddenly going to fade?
They were only two short sentences, so why did they feel so utterly despairing?
That sudden turn felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. The Leon who had just proclaimed that the Age of Fire would never end now looked like a clown.
Being a clown did not matter. The real question was—why was the First Flame going out!?
If the First Flame went out, then what was happening to their world now!?
Looking at the others, their reactions varied.
But the most agitated was undoubtedly the Flame Monk. The moment the first sentence rang out, his smile froze on his face. After the image of the weakening First Flame appeared, he