Final Explosion

The encirclement of the Order of the Sacred Flame tightened without a single gap. Their holy flames denied even the deepest alley its darkness. Cornered at a dead end, the Lucid Sect member finally stopped. But instead of fear, a strange, ecstatic smile crossed his face. He looked down at the knights closing in on him as if they were pitiful insects. "You think... this is the end? Do you truly believe you can judge me with that false god's arrogant little flame?" He closed his eyes and focused all his senses. Beyond the clamor of reality, he heard it—the gentle whisper of the dream world, the Rapids he had longed for. Now, it was time to abandon everything and depart. He opened his eyes once more to bid a final farewell to reality. "Farewell! You blind flames... this worthless flesh... and this wretched world!" His body began to flicker violently, taking on an otherworldly hue. A prayer—the most fervent and desperate offering to his god. "Lord Primus! This lowly servant offers... everything I am... to you now!" His final cry reduced his very existence to a handful of dust, becoming a magnificent final explosion that consumed everything. — Memory trace from a corpse in a ruined village