As Bishop Na'thir and Va'ren stared at Levi's burning figure, they felt their breath stall in their throats... then, two words escaped their shaking lips simultaneously.
"Aether Flames..."
Around them, lesser viewers only saw strange fire that left them hyped up... but these two had studied forbidden archives and read sealed codices and etchings carved by civilizations long reduced to dust.
There was only one flame described like that... Aetheric Flames.
The fire that did not consume matter, but the boundary between soul and existence. Their fingers trembled at the sheer weight of the implications, their gazes slowly drifting toward the Soulleech Maw coiled around Levi's weapon like an ancient predator guarding its chosen master.
"No… no, that is impossible…"
"How... is that? It can't be..."
The last recorded wielder of such flames was a calamity that had spilled terror down the spines of the most powerful beings in the universe.
