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PROLOGUE

Hot. The degree of intensity of temperature that far exceeds that of the human body. Heat. That was what the chosen undead was experiencing right now. After taking the burden of linking the flames, he had been burning for almost as long as he could remember. No it was even more than that. He had been burning for so long his past life was a distant memory. He had spent so much time in the flames, he felt like he became a flame.

Suddenly after so long in the flames, something unfathomable happened. There was an explosion.

Now the first flame was the most resilient and stable flame in existence. Apart from the millennia in which the fuel of the flames dwindled and needed to be replaced like the sun in the sky, it would not show any sporadic changes like the explosion that had just occurred.

But the explanation for this unexpected event was quite simple. You see time in The Kiln of the First flame like Lodran was in a constant state of flux. Different dimensions mixing and separating. A skilled person could even transverse these dimensions for their purpose.

Now at several different dimensions at the same spot, several dimension breaches occurred. A brother sent off by the dimension shifting powers of a mad man, A Hybrid betrayed and sent through a portal to never return, an S ranked hero summoned from his own dimension.

These are the dimensions that mingled with our heroes' dimension. And several mystic energies mixing with that of the first flames caused a large explosion and the undead knew no more.

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A golden circular portal appeared in the sky and white hot flames jetted out and body parts flew out disconnected by the force. Then as fast as it came the portal vanished leaving a burning corpse to fall limbs askew to a golden bed of glittering glass.

There was an inaudible moan from the corpse before it gave its last breath and died.

Now if this was Lodran then the undead would be reborn in the last bonfire it interacted with, but in this strange dimension there were no bonfires, or first flames. So in order to keep the integrity of its status of undead, the dark sign branded at the back of its neck that had been naught but a scar for so long lit up with flames a fiery red.

The undead awoke eyes glowing an infernal yellow. Its arms burst out of the stubs that were formerly on its torso as its entire body was repaired. Missing body part regenerating itself. It let out a deathly roar before collapsing. Its body now looked like a corpse that had decayed for quite some time.

It tried standing up, but slipped and fell back on the glass it now noticed it was standing on. It weakly stood tall after several tries to allow his senses to be hit with a surprising set of stimuli.

The floor in its immediate surroundings were of course super-heated glass from his previous location, everything was silent except for its silent breathing. It could smell nothing, but could feel the thinness of the air by the way he struggled to draw enough air.

After the glass was the most surprising sight. There was sand. A lot of sand that reached all the way to the horizon. If you could call the place in front of it a horizon.

There were blue skies and even a sun. But in the distance in the place of the horizon was what could only be described as a *glowing golden wall that had an immeasurable amount of what could be described as water ripples. It stretched as high as he could see and only what could be described as clouds served as roofing to this structure.

There were no sides to view because it stretched on both sides for as far as the undead could see. And the undead's mind was filled with curiosity and dread as it gazedon this otherworldly sight.


*Think of Gilgamesh's gate of Babylon from Fate/Zero on a massive scale