One by one, they Turned their backs.
Suran left with drums of molten fire, carving a path through the Earth.
Hinojiin vanished into sunlight, their flames bending like swords.
Yougan disappeared into shadow and ash.
Konnichiwa left no trace—just dust in the wind.
And thus, the great Divide began.
Left behind were only thirty.
The True Hashi kuru, the bearers of the first flame, stood in silence
"We may be small," said Elder vashin, "but our blood is untainted."
Mai stepped forward. Her hair shimmered with golden embers.
"I will become the flame that burns all false fire."
The other elders knelt.
The future was hers or was it?.