Behind him, the flames in the Pyre Chasm began to die out.

Not all at once.

They faded like a long, lingering sunset.

Starting from the bottom, the fire dimmed, cooled, and thinned away layer by layer. Bright red sank into dark red, dark red into ashen black, and ashen black into complete stillness.

The heavenfire beasts let out low, hissing cries. There was no grief in the sound, no fury—only the quiet weight of a final farewell.

As the flames vanished, their bodies dissolved with them, breaking into sparks that drifted into the darkness.

The Pyre Chasm, which had burned for tens of thousands of years, finally went dark.