"Something's wrong."
After arriving in the island town, Rogel spoke while extending his hand.
The sky was gloomy, as though draped in a layer of coal-gray cloth, and countless gray flakes drifted in the air, resembling a dusklight snowfall.
"This town seems to have been abandoned for a while now."
Lina approached a pile of ashes and spoke softly, her brows slightly furrowed.
Then, she noticed something up ahead.
"Rogel, Yas, look at that."
Rogel and the others looked in the direction she pointed.
In the center of town, countless gray flakes piled into heaps around a building resembling an altar. Atop it burned a cluster of gray and dim flame, looking extremely eerie.
[Dusk Flame]
[Explanation: At the final burning of life comes the fuel for Dusk Flame, providing continuous power to its origin source.]
Dusk Flame?
Rogel's brow furrowed deeply.
Considering the island's situation, this Dusk Flame appeared to be the root cause of the island's lifeless state.
