Humanity's hatred for him ran too deep, so any effort or sacrifice made by the Ambros's humans to eradicate this Ancient Soul was justified.
Eventually, a toad operating on its last droplet of energy willingly let a witch from the north petrify it, transforming it into a mountain.
Underneath the dome's mural, Ivita lowered her head and murmured, "The original color of the Thousand-Year Fire was bloodred."
"Which is the color of the flame of the Thousand-Year Fire I saw here."
"So, what's the deal with the normal-colored Thousand-Year Fire I saw in the princess's secret chamber as I retraced my journey along the magic path?"
"Wasn't that the Thousand-Year Fire?"
"No, it definitely was; otherwise, the princess wouldn't have been able to use the Thousand-Year Fire to meet me here."
Ivita was aware that he might have stumbled upon a critical point.
He always had a knack for identifying important points and extracting information from them.