"But, all fires must eventually extinguish, leaving only darkness behind,"
"Light unable to illuminate the world, night's endless continuation."
The Primordial Flame that was burning fiercely, flickered without warning.
On the screen, with each flicker, the flames grew weaker and smaller until they were like a candle flickering in the wind.
Without borders, darkness crept in from outside the frame, something hair-raising was gestating and surging within it, until at last, the darkness completely devoured the last of the firelight.
Leon sat restlessly, a fear from within caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his golden hair also fading to darkness.
He would have never imagined seeing such a scene before touching the second bonfire.
