"Oh my… Is this it? I can feel- I can feel the flame speaking to me" a Loimoisian knight spoke in a stunned stupor, cupping the champion's black fire in between his hands, the great chalice had been brought out of its chamber, standing proudly in the center of Loimos's quarters.
"That's right, Loimosfire has reached its peak! All hail our glorious champion! All hail death" both of the foremost knights rose and crossed their blades, it had taken many weeks for even their general to figure it out, the power held within had to be far beyond what mere soldiers and knights like themselves could imagine.
The dark flame of undeath was put together using all possible aspects of death and of the undead, molten down into a crucible and made one into what was often considered the epitome form of a power.
