Behind him appeared merely a bonfire.
A bonfire built on firewood, skewered with a spiral sword blackened by flames, burning with a fire neither too vigorous nor too dim.
It seemed commonplace, merely providing travelers or adventurers a spot to sense warmth and rest, as if splashing a basin of water onto it might easily extinguish it.
Yet, this ordinary bonfire continued to burn during the moment when the light of the world was torn away.
As long as there was this firelight, the world wouldn't be plunged completely into darkness.
Those living in this world wouldn't be dragged into panic or despair!
The God of Thieves' power was no longer working!
Upon seeing the unfathomable bonfire, Viskasa instinctively attempted to parse its true nature, but this caused a momentary lapse, compounded by the delay from having his power interrupted halfway, making him pause for more than a second.
