Chapter 83: Chapter 83: 3 Musical Notes Make the Undead Man Weep
"But, all fires must eventually extinguish, leaving only darkness behind,"
"Light unable to illuminate the world, night’s endless continuation."
The Primordial Fla that was burning fiercely, flickered without warning.
On the screen, with each flicker, the flas grew weaker and smaller until they were like a candle flickering in the wind.
Without borders, darkness crept in from outside the fra, sothing hair-raising was gestating and surging within it, until at last, the darkness completely devoured the last of the firelight.
Leon sat restlessly, a fear from within caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his golden hair also fading to darkness.
He would have never imagined seeing such a scene before touching the second bonfire.
That glorious era of fire, so evidently filled with limitless life force, all the intelligence they had collected, whether the Thunder Spear or the Golden Stone Oath, described stories filled with hope and light, gods and heroes who would be immortalized.
But why, why is the Initial Fire suddenly going to be extinguished?
It was just a short two sentences, how could it make one feel such despair?
This transition was like a cold bucket of water thrown on his head, he who was just speaking of the fire era as never-ending, looked like a clown.
Whether he’s a clown or not doesn’t matter, the key question is - why is the Primordial Fla going to be extinguished!?
If the Primordial Fla is extinguished, what then is the state of our current world!
Looking back at the others, their reactions were varied.
But the most agitated, undoubtedly, was the Fla Cultivator; his smile froze on his face the mont the first sentence sounded, and as the image of the Primordial Fla weakening appeared, he fell to his knees, shaking like a leaf, as if he was about to despairingly scream "this is impossible" any second.
His will told him that he must not shout at this mont, to not disturb the bonfire as it narrated the history of the past.
Since our world still exists, it ans the Primordial Fla must currently be safe!
...Probably.
Even as he forced himself to remain calm, panic was inevitably rising in his heart.
He turned to look at the others, seeking so resonance, and seeing that they too were panicked sohow made him feel slightly better.
The Holy Light Knight, the fanatic of the Holy Light God, the one in the Exploration Team who least accepted the era of fire, considered these images to be false, and even committed the blasphemous act of desecrating the bonfire.
But at this mont, shock, anxiety, fear, and... sorrow filled his eyes.
He eventually closed his eyes and pretended to be unaffected.
Steeran, in terms of longing for the era of fire, was second only to Leon; her reaction at this mont was not at all different from Leon’s, and even more exaggerated.
"Those things that lurk in the shadow of the fire are always coveting the Primordial Fla,"
"When the flas extinguish, and the world falls into darkness, the Abyss will reappear, the era of the Deep Sea is about to co,"
Suddenly, the flas went out, and darkness swept over the entire world like a tide.
It was as if the world had returned to the ti before the Primordial Fla was kindled, the lightless period ruled by the Immortal Ancient Dragons, but this ti the circumstances were different.
Even the mighty gods will vanish in the prolonged darkness, as for mankind...
This is an era of despair.
Leon and the others saw the Abyss rise from the depths of the earth, monstrous Abyss Creatures were rampant in the world, without the suppression of fire, evil spirits danced wildly in joyful frenzy.
The bustling Royal City beca ruined, the bustling crowds eventually vanished.
A Dark Ring quietly appeared on people’s bodies.
"The cursed Dark Ring, began to erge among the crowd..."
The voice suddenly halted, and the picture turned as black as the Abyss, rendering no glimr of hope visible.
Everyone’s hearts were dyed with an emotion called "despair," montarily forgetting words, with no energy left to discuss what "Deep Sea Era" or "Dark Ring" ant.
After all, a great era had co to an end in front of them, like an epic tale ending in tragedy, leaving the audience profoundly sorrowful.
Leon’s cracked lips trembled, trying to say sothing to lift everyone’s spirits, but he found himself to be the most dispirited of all.
The imrsive experience of the bonfire’s visions had an incredibly strong emotional impact, far beyond what a re recording could achieve.
Roger, with the strongest heart, was the first to co to his senses. He patted the silent Drew, comforting, "Look on the bright side, we’re still alive, aren’t we? Maybe the Deep Sea Era the vision spoke of never arrived, or it ans..."
...it ans that the visions shown by the bonfire are not true history.
He dared not say this out loud, fearing the emotionally charged crowd might turn on him.
But indeed, the vision had many questionable points. Even if the history of two thousand years ago was lost, the reasons for the world’s birth, the nas of the ancient gods, and those splendid structures couldn’t all have failed to be passed down.
The first lesson for all Magicians is to treat everything with rationality.
Yet, what if by so coincidence, these visions are accurate history that simply failed to be passed down for so reason?
Roger had a premonition that once the news from this place spread, the world would surely be divided into two camps.
One side would believe the visions to be true, the other false, then endlessly argue over the authenticity.
After all, with the past history gone, as long as there was a bit of evidence and reasonable conjecture with enough followers, even if soone claid the world was created by a tomato spaghetti flying through the universe, there would be supporters.
Roger suddenly furrowed his brows, for he realized the visions displayed by the bonfire had not yet ceased, still showcasing a pitch-black scene.
Was there a problem, or what was happening?
Just as everyone was quietly pondering, the sound of music suddenly began to play.
"Dum, dum, dum..."
Only three notes, but everyone could feel the sorrow they carried, compelling tears to fall involuntarily.
The next instant, flas erupted fiercely! They were on a scale comparable to the Initial Fire.
The roaring firelight instantly dispelled all darkness, evil spirits fled in a panic back underground, the tide-like surge of the Abyss receded in defeat, and the whole world was restored to light!
Before the people had ti to recover from the abrupt change, they saw a pair of large hands holding up the fla.
No, not holding the fla, but rather the fla was igniting from his own body!
In the second before the vision ended, the owner of the large hands was finally clear.
The Sunlight King, Gwyn!
"For the continuation of the world, heroes went forth one after another, embarking on..."
"The journey of Fire Transmission."
With that, the vision finally disappeared.
Roger, through the reflections on the crystal clusters on the ground, saw his own expression clearly.
Actually, there was no need to look; it was undoubtedly—
Dumbfounded.
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