Soul of the Blazing Flame

The stench of scorched earth filled every corner,

And the power of the sacred song could no longer suppress the crimson light shooting into the sky.

Feathers danced through the air, consumed by flames,

While cries of anguish replaced joyful singing.

Ruin and collapse brought everything to an end,

As grief and fury buried it all.

The song of a thousand-year cycle

Began, at last, to rise in a slow chant.

From the useless ashes,

A brand-new king was born.

The Poem of Reincarnation: The Kings, Chapter of Flame, Overture