And then—
A figure stepped forward.
Slowly.
Unstoppable.
With each step, the surrounding flames bowed, twisting into spirals of reverence. The molten rivers that once raged with chaotic energy calmed into steady, rhythmic waves, as though welcoming their sovereign home.
The air was thick with power—an ancient, unrelenting might that did not belong to mere mortals, nor even to gods.
This was something else.
Something far greater.
The Black Flame Sovereign… had awakened.
Only Apollo, along with the senior orb, looked at the figure that came out. Especially Apollo looked at the figure with interest, as the person wasn't anybody but was Black Flame Sovereign.
The Black Flame Sovereign.
A being who had once ruled over this world with absolute authority.