All of existence had been brought down to its knees, and from there they only went lower! How the Lord of Frenzied Flame loved this, how much power and how much chaos they had brought forth. No one remained who could stand up to them or their power, and now, the last remnants of order and life and fate were being purged by them.

Their head of chaotic flame then blinked, and in an instant, they appeared on solid ground, solid ground they could not destroy. What was this? The birds chirped, the grass flowed just as the trees did, and leaves fell with that familiar sound. They were in a forest, somewhere in Liurnia. They blinked, their head still blazing just as brightly and violently.

Footsteps approached, your footsteps. A Tarnished approached, sword at the ready. You didn’t know what this hellish creature was, but you were not sure if it was friendly. It sure didn’t look friendly. The Lord of Frenzied Flame was baffled, confused, what was this? “What is this trickery? How… how…?” They spoke, your blade lowered a little, now confused by them also.