The One Who Chases the Flames

This is a story about the fire that was born in the forest of the western land. To be precise, it is the story about Doom. How do I know the story? Oh, that is because I am actually a part of Doom. We left the forest together with Ibedor. I fell off when we were here. But I am not part of Doom's consciousness, but of her power. To be specific, I am the fire itself that burns anything I touch. I am telling you this story, because you can see me. A dark destructive nature within you, similar to mine, is letting you see me. Those who are in search of the dormant flames in the forest cannot see me. However, those who are in search of flames of destruction can see me. I knew you were chasing after the fiery trail left behind by Doom when you spoke to me.

You'll find what you're looking for if you listen to me.

I wonder what happened to Doom after she crossed the barren desert and Hell's Gate. I wish she weren't bound by us. We are part of Doom's power, not something that restricts her. You should go now. There was a moment that left me a lasting impression while we were here. We went up to a high place, from where you could see the snake nest. From there, we spent our last moments together gazing up at the stars in the sky. By the way, there is something I've been curious about, but what do I look like to you? I've never once seen myself. Although I am a destructive fire, I am still part of Doom. I am certain that some of Doom's emotions are reflected in my form. What do I... look like?