A group of people dressed in copper-green clothes were searching everywhere deep within the web-cracked fissures of the earth. Suddenly, a bright light appeared, illuminating the fissure, and the searchers at the end turned around to see two people rising into the air with a cluster of orange flames.
"Divine Fire, someone has stolen our Divine Fire!"
A scream arose, disturbing a crowd of people.
After escaping the fissure with the Divine Fire, the two flew away on the Wind Scale, with a group of people chasing them from below. Some were alone, some in groups, pursuing relentlessly and shouting angrily. It felt as if something they had worked so hard for was being snatched away, and they were extremely angry.
The anger and urgency of losing the Divine Fire were probably best understood by Artifact Refiners.
If they had not found a single Divine Fire and then were suddenly robbed like this, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had gone collectively insane.
