There is no god in this world.

Omua's black blood burned away the ivory white skin

And drew the path from the ever winter tops to where the dragon fang sleeps.

A message to the line of the parasite who stole the Holy Flame,

The curse of the dragon has yet to end and still remains.

There is no god in this world.

Omua's black blood melted down the bones of the descendants of the parasite

A small slither of pain from when god severed her legs and stripped off her wings. 

A message to tell them, unless the Holy Flame is returned,

The old glory of the Golden Mountain will forever be buried in endless winter.

There is no god in this world.

Omua's black blood devoured the blood of the silent

And gorged out the scream of her rage upon the parasite’s broken covenant.

To break Omua free from god's curse of death,

And to retrieve the Holy Flame, a pact with the Black Spirit was dealt.  

There is no god in this world.

With the frost that covered me when I first emerged from my shell,

The fragmented memories of Omua imbued on my body were frozen in place.

Oblivion will overwhelm me once the pact is made, but I shall remember all well.

There is no god in this world.

Finally, Omua's black blood bloomed in red all over the body.

And now we venture out beyond from the Golden Mountain.

The grand power and control of the Black Spirit is where I now lay.

Ynix, the Holy Flame will be mine, and with it I will burn down the gods for their transgressions.

There is no god in this world.

In the midst of a moonless night on the hills of Zvier,

A young demibeast looked upon the ever winter tops and whispered.

"Hear my plea, oh benevolent god... Obscure thy traces from this world."

"The Guardian, master of the Holy Flame, drenched in the blood of the ancient dragon, seeks thy ashes."

The Guardian has descended from the mountain of eternal winter to retrieve the holy flame, Ynix, that can even kill the gods.