Flames return to the abyss. They burn, then die out. That is their fate.
And the heir to the ashes has already set out on his own path.
Steel, flames, ice, and storms. The war has only just ended, and destruction and chaos have never truly gone away. They exist because they are the world's reflection.
Still, none of that has anything to do with him, the last heir to the ashes.
"I'm no hero, and I never could be one."
The man in battered armor raised his right hand. A thousand bolts of lightning surged across it.
"I'm just an expert at killing goblins."
At least, that's all I am for now.
