In an ancient and distant time, every country fought an endless war. Those were times when swords and fists still served as fundamental weapons to defend the lands, while the kings and lords of each nation faced off in a brutal battle for total domination. It was back then, when the leaders of each nation decided to attack each other, that two legendary factions were born.

The first of these factions emerged in what we know today as the American continent, encompassing all of North, Central and South America, a continent completely united under a single flag: "The Flaming Flame". This faction, empowered by a mythical stone found in the ancient Aztec ruins, obtained an unparalleled power: the power of the sun. Those chosen by the stone could infuse in their spirits and in their weapons the eternal flames of the sun, transforming themselves into warriors capable of destroying everything in their path. Their swords, blessed by this power, could cut through even the hardest rocks, becoming a fearsome threat in battle.

On the other side of the world, in the heart of Europe, in what we now call Russia, another flame was born. A meteorite fell in the middle of a war zone between the most powerful nations of the continent. Mongols, Koreans, Egyptians and Ottomans joined in a fierce battle, but in the midst of the chaos, the leaders of each group managed to get the meteorite, which granted them the power of Blue Flames. These flames, which shone with a supernatural intensity, could be imbued into his entire body and soul, without the need for weapons, becoming the most powerful force of hand-to-hand combat. Those who mastered this power called themselves "The Star Flames," and they became a feared and respected force.

For years, both factions waged an endless war. Technology advanced at an incredible pace, to the point where the world of the year 1700 had technology comparable to today: telephones, airplanes, cars and firearms became common tools in warfare. But while the factions were destroying each other, the world was falling apart. The gods, watching from above, delighted in the chaos that their avatars had sown. It was they who sent these powers to humanity, transforming men into pawns of their cruel game. However, among the gods there were some who did not agree with such acts. For them, humanity was not a toy, but a valuable creation that had evolved and grown over the centuries. Among these gods, the most annoying was the Phoenix God, a being of immense hierarchy who had once been mortal. This god, who had defied the gods and surpassed them, had become the most revered constellation in the firmament.

The Phoenix God, observing the war and devastation, was deeply disappointed. However, in the midst of the darkness, he found hope in a group of humans who were fighting for peace. This group, led by a formidable warrior, did not seek destruction, but the preservation of the world. Their leader was Rosario Tempest, the Crimson Queen, a woman with short hair and black armor who had faced the last existing dragon with nothing but her strength and had emerged victorious. Rosario, born in South America, was an unparalleled warrior who had defied the leaders of The Flaming Flame and The Stellar Flames, proving that even without powers and magic, a human being could stand up to the gods.

Impressed by her courage and determination, the Phoenix God decided to grant Rosario and her lineage the Power of the Phoenix. This power, an eternal flame that never goes out and always resurfaces, even from the ashes of oblivion, became the essence of the Rosario clan. The Crimson Flame Clan was born that day, and Rosario became its undisputed leader. She swore that she and her descendants would protect the world, facing any threat, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives.

Rosario launched a fierce attack against the factions that had caused so much suffering. The first to fall was the Star Flames faction. Rosario and her army of warriors imbued with the power of the Phoenix cut through their enemies with unmatched fury, knocking down everyone who stood in their way. The final battle took place against the leader of The Flaming Flame, the feared King Gilgamesh, who proclaimed himself the undisputed ruler of the world.

The battle between Rosario and Gilgamesh was legendary. Sword against sword, they faced each other for three days and three nights, colliding their edges with a force that shook the very earth. Both warriors proved that true strength lies not in the power of weapons, but in the will of the wielder. However, in the end, Rosario's determination prevailed, and his sword pierced the heart of Gilgamesh, who, as he died, let out a gloomy laugh and promised that one day his descendants would complete what he had started.

Rosario, although victorious, knew that the threat had not disappeared. The factions may have been defeated, but their legacies persisted. He knew that as long as the Phoenix flame remained lit, there would be those who would seek to revive the conflict. Before dying, Rosario made an oath to the gods: "If ever this conflict arises again, no matter how much time passes, my descendants will be ready to defend this world, even if it costs them their lives."Thus, the war came to an end, and peace was finally established in the world.

Present:

"That was the story my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child. It was a story that fascinated and terrified me at the same time, a legend that resonated in the deepest part of my being. But today, as I prepare to visit her for the last time, that story takes on a new meaning. Today, my grandmother turns 90, but this will be her last birthday. I am the last of our family left to remember her, the last of the Tempest lineage. My name is Adam Tempest, and today is my grandmother's final birthday."

Adam: "Hi, Grandma... I hope you didn't make the nurses work too hard today."

My grandmother was not the same as before. Since she turned 70, something has changed in her. Gradually, he stopped talking, stopped smiling, until one day he simply stopped reacting to the world. The doctors called it "living death", a state in which his mind completely closed, refusing to continue living. Although her body was still functioning, her spirit seemed to have withdrawn, leaving her in an eerie state of stillness. Even so, I kept visiting her, talking to her about my day to day at school, hoping that somehow, my words would reach her.

But today is different. Today is the day I will be transferring to a new school, far away from everything I have ever known. I have decided to move to a quiet neighborhood in the heart of the South American continent, in the city of Córdoba. It is a place that, despite the technological era in which we live, preserves the essence and architecture of past times. This will be my last goodbye to my grandmother, my last visit before starting a new life.

Adam: "Well, Grandma... today is the day. I will go far away, but I want you to know that I will always carry you in my heart... I don't know if the place you're going to is better than this, but... i hope you find peace."

I couldn't stop the tears from starting to run down my face. I was overwhelmed by sadness, the helplessness of knowing that soon I would be alone, without the person who had raised me and given me all his love. But then, something amazing happened. My grandmother, who had been motionless for so long, raised a trembling hand and laid it on my head, gently stroking my hair.

Rosario: "So you will go to where our ancestors were born and died with honor. That fills me with pride, my dear grandson..."

My heart stopped for an instant as I heard his voice, a voice I hadn't heard in years. I looked up, and there she was, my grandmother, smiling at me with a tenderness I hadn't seen in so long. I held her hand tightly, afraid that this moment would fade away like a dream.

Adam: "Grandma! Are you okay?... I will miss you so much... please don't go..."

She, with that sweetness that had always characterized her, smiled at me gently. Her eyes, though tired, were shining with a light she hadn't seen in years. With tenderness, she wiped my tears with her fingers, while her voice, although firm, contained a loving tone that comforted me deeply.

Rosario: "Dear grandson, don't be mughal... Don't cry like a fool for an old woman who has to leave already... But I can't leave yet without telling you something important... about our family lineage."

Hearing his words, a part of me immediately knew what he meant. It was the story he had told me so many times when I was a child, that old legend about the power of the Phoenix and the Crimson Flame clan. However, over time, he had stopped believing in such stories, thinking that they were nothing more than myths to put children to sleep, tales that painted a world full of dangers that the Phoenix flame could dispel with its radiance.

Adam: "Grandma... those stories were things I believed in when I was a kid. I'm not a kid anymore. That doesn't matter anymore... Alone... It's not important..."

I tried to divert the conversation, but before I could continue, my grandmother silenced me, not with words, not with a gesture, but with a sample of something that defied all logic and reason. With an effort, he raised his trembling hand and, before my incredulous eyes, the Phoenix flames began to gush from his fingers. It was a warm and radiant fire, which did not burn, but lit up the room with a glow similar to that of a distant star. The flames danced in the air, reflecting in his eyes, and with that same hand, he placed it on my chest, initiating a transfer of power that changed my life forever.

Rosario: "Adam... as the last descendant of the Tempest lineage, I give you the flame of the Crimson Flame Clan... As the founder and protector of the world... I can only say that I am proud of you since the day you were born..."

The heat of the flames intensified, but I felt no pain. Instead, I felt a vibrant energy beginning to merge with my being, an ancient power coursing through my veins, revitalizing my body and spirit. My grandmother, weakened by the transfer, hugged me tightly, although her body was beginning to show signs of deterioration. He coughed up blood, and his chest, scarred by years and battles, began to crack as his soul slowly shut down.

Adam: "NO!... STOP IT!... Don't do it!... Enough!... I don't want you to die, please stop!... GRANDMA!"

I was screaming desperately, begging him to stop, not to sacrifice his life for me. But she didn't let go of her hug, keeping me close as my words choked in my throat. She knew that what she was doing meant her death, but she also knew that for her, it was her duty, her last act of love and protection.

Rosary: "Our eternal flame... that never goes out and always resurfaces, even from the ashes of oblivion... Even when nothingness itself arrives, it will be reborn among the darkness and sow hope in people's hearts... That is our duty..."

His voice was soft, but every word resonated in my soul like a sacred oath. I felt the power of the Phoenix flow completely into me, marking my destiny. Wings of fire unfolded on my back, and my eyes were filled with the glow of the sacred flame, revealing the legacy I was now to carry. My grandmother, with a last smile full of love and pride, looked at me once more, her eyes shining with infinite tenderness.

Rosario: "I've always been proud... that you were my light in this darkness... But now it's the world that needs you... Thank you, Adam... for being my grandson..."

With those last words, Rosario slowly closed her eyes, surrendering to the eternal sleep of death while I, still hugging her, cried with despair.

Adam: "Grandma!... No, Grandma, please don't... open your eyes... OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!... - she was sobbing incessantly – Please... grandma... wake up..."

I hugged her with all my strength, but her body was no longer responding. The last member of my family, the last person who attached me to my past, was gone. My tears continued to fall as hopelessness consumed me, feeling like a part of me had been irreparably broken.

Days of mourning passed, in which I buried my grandmother next to the thousands of soldiers who fought in the war 300 years ago, honoring her as the great warrior and protector she had been. Organizing a dignified funeral was the least I could do for the woman who had sacrificed everything for me and for the world I loved so much. When it was all over, I returned to my grandmother's house, a place full of memories that now seemed strangely empty.

While packing up his things, I found a diary hidden among his belongings. It was my grandmother's diary, which contained the truth that she had never shared with me. In her pages, I discovered that she had never fallen into a coma, but had pretended to be in that state to protect me. Through his words, I understood that Rosario had spent years fighting the enemies of the clan, the Clan of the Flaming Flame and the Eternal Flame, which still existed today. Despite his advanced age, he had continued to fight in secret, protecting me and protecting the world.

Adam: "Thank you... grandma... wherever you are... I want you so much."

Her sacrifices, the years she had spent pretending to be away to keep me safe, all that love and protection made me cry again. I understood that she had given up sharing those last years with me to ensure my future, so that I could live a normal life, away from danger.

The next day, I took the first flight to the capital of Cordoba, where I would start a new life, far from everything I had known. But in my heart, I knew I wouldn't be alone. My grandmother's legacy, the power of the Phoenix, and the mission to protect the world were now mine. Will I be able to find out who the enemies of my family are? Will I be alone on this mission? Will I be able to save the world? These questions were haunting my mind, but I knew that fate held a path full of challenges for me. And although the future was uncertain, one thing was for sure: my grandmother would always be with me, guiding me with the light of her eternal flame.