At the annual Sacred Fire Festival, the people gather around a roaring bonfire to celebrate another year of living. In troubled times, every extra day is a gift from God.

"Have a good revelry, fellow citizens. Let us praise the Lord of Light with a loud voice, so that we will be kept away from the troubles of Rahu. ”

The old patriarch, dressed in rags, held a wine glass and a mulberry cane aloof, and shouted to the crowd.

"Praise be to the Lord of Light." They all fell to the ground and offered their cups to the flames.

In this sacred and warm atmosphere, there was a young man who looked at the flames quietly, his eyes full of confusion.

Legend has it that the ancestors of the tribe, the Light Chaser, were born from the flames and followed the light. However, the legend says that the essence of the light is and where it has gone. No one thinks about it and explores it.

The boy is called Blue Bell, because when he was born, he brought a blue bell from his mother's womb. Considered by the tribe to be a direct descendant of the Light Chaser, the Child of Light, who leads the tribe to the hope of prosperity.

Like other innocent children, Bluebell likes to listen to the elders chant legends with milk tea since childhood; After completing the rite of passage, he also went to the battlefield like other young warriors and fought bravely.

It didn't look any different, but he was always reticent. I often look up at the night sky, silently counting the tracks of shooting stars, longing to find the source and truth of those legends from the slow and long night.

Will the Lord of Light really protect us? Bluebell lies alone on the beach, gazing at the night sky once again.

At midnight, the breeze blows from the distant plains to the desert. Bluebell stared at the black plain, his heart full of curiosity. No one had ever been there, for the patriarch said that it was a place where Rahu was rampant, full of death and ashes. Rahu feeds on the ashes and brings disaster to every inch of the ground beneath his feet.

The sons of Rahu are haunting, bringing a mass of death with each appearance, proving their wickedness and cruelty with flames.

The endless starry sky is like a mother's embrace, a moving lullaby. Looking at the dreamlike world, Bluebell gradually fell asleep.

However, it didn't take long. A shrill horn shattered Bluebell's dream. Like a frightened rabbit, he bounced off the sand.

Suddenly, a chaotic scream came.

As far as the eye could see, the entire tribe had become a sea of fire, and in the sea of fire there were not only the panicked figures of the clansmen, but also those nightmarish beings, the sons of Rahu.

Bluebell's heart was dripping blood, and he drew his long knife and rushed towards the sea of fire like the wind.

The terrible sons of Rahu kept emerging from the sand, wielding their claws and mercilessly cutting the limbs of their people. The warriors wielded their weapons and resisted valiantly, but the blood of Rahu's son fueled the fire, and the flames of hope continued to consume the lives of the people.

Is this the gift of the Lord of Light? Bluebell kept roaring in his heart. Immediately afterwards, like a civet, he climbed onto the back of a son of Rahu and beheaded it with a sword.

Not far away, the old patriarch was already dying, his abdomen was cut open, and blood came out like a spring. Blue Bell ran desperately towards the old patriarch.

"Kid, this is, the Light Chaser brought it back with a goshawk, you can take it." Seeing Blue Bell, the old patriarch took out a broken animal skin from his chest, stuffed it into Blue Bell's hand vigorously, and panted.

"I'm going to kill them all." Bluebell's eyes were spewing fire, roaring like a beast.

"It's useless, the light makes them endless." The old patriarch held the hand of the blue bell and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

"Let's go, find your way. The Light Chaser is watching you......" With that, the old patriarch's eyes lost their vitality.

"Ah!!h Bluebell looked at the night sky with grief and indignation, and lifted his long knife into the sea of fire.

The fighting lasted all night, and the tribe was burned, leaving here and there the blackened limbs of the tribesmen and the huge body of Rahu's son. Murky blood continued to flow from the corpse of Rahu's son, like burning oil, and the fire burned more and more, almost scorching the sand.

Just as it was dawn in the east, a thin figure came out of the fire. The blue glow of the bluebell is like a protective shield that isolates the flames and heat from the body.

Bluebell turned to face the flame that seemed to never go out, tears rolling down her eyes. He seemed to see familiar souls rising in the flames, drifting to unknown lands with the first rays of light from the east.

Blue Bell wiped away her tears, looked at the broken animal skin in her hand, and resolutely walked towards the black plain. Follow the footsteps of the light chasers to find the ethereal legend.

The black plains, full of scorched marks, are like the back garden of the god of fire. And it is in this forbidden land that fragile creatures are still struggling.

In the midst of a charred woodland, there is a nondescript stone house.

"Ahh A teenage girl screamed.

"Bear with me, it's going to be over soon." A young man was holding a dagger, cutting the carrion on the girl's calf, and his head was already sweating profusely.

This process lasted about half an hour, and the girl had passed out. The young man bandaged the girl's wounds, then picked up a bowl of black broth and fed it to the girl spoonful.

"When you're awake, you definitely won't eat something so unpalatable." The young man had a smile on his face, but his eyes were doting. And there was a trace of tears in the corners of the girl's eyes.

Outside the stone house, a scrawny black hound with a floral bow around his neck was dozing lazily on the ground. It didn't take long for its ears to suddenly prick up and raise its head to stare at the charred woodland.

"Wow!"

At the end of the black plains, beneath the sheer cliffs, a town poured in steel, filled with the smell of squalor and chaos.

"Tell me, people of Black Rock, who your savior is on this new day?" A middle-aged man covered in a thick animal skin, holding a cane made of human vertebrae, stood on a high platform and shouted to the surging crowd below.

"Barr, Barr......" The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cries.

With a wave of the cane in the man's hand, the shouts in the crowd stopped abruptly.

"Today there is a new guest in the prison of Baal. They will compete fiercely, and the winner will join us. And the loser ......"

The man pointed his cane not far away, and set it up on a boiling cauldron of flames.

"Every part of the body will be dedicated."

"Roar!" The crowd unleashed a beastly cry, their eyes glowing with frenzy.

"The first guest to enter Baal's Prison, from the Hunter of the Flames, Quinta." At this moment, a tall man who was firmly chained was pushed into a huge iron cage.

"The second is our cliff walker, Rock Mountain." Immediately afterward, a skinny teenager was pushed into the iron cage.