[Flame burns Chaos, forging it into steel. Steel gives birth to all things. A new beginning will always meet its death. The living flame will die inside out. The ash will disperse into the void. Chaos will condense. The flame will be born from ash and return again. The cycle will continue on.]
The warrior who was combusting with flames was standing above the earth covered with dust and gravel. The sparks that emerged from the surface of his armor were dispersed into the surroundings behind his back along with the wind. His messy hair brushed his face. Meanwhile, a hand wrapped in metallic armor was used to swipe them off his face.
