They fought fiercely, the warriors of Fiery Flame Land battled against Far Shore Island, against the Seven Cities Alliance, against the Empire, and against their own within Fiery Flame Land. Although Abassalom and Nemasases were one, internally there were still massive disputes.
The child understood all this, he kept vigil in his mother's embrace, waiting for his father's return, waiting for him to step over the threshold.
But his father did not return, that man died brilliantly.
According to the only surviving uncle, that man used his life to hold down a commander of The Empire's knight, allowing the Constructed Knights to pour out firepower capable of leveling a mountain, inflicting fatal injuries on the opponent.
It was worth it, they said. Life should burn brilliantly like this; that man did not disgrace the Blood of Inferno Abyss.
Really? The child thought so. Should life really be used like this, just a moment of brilliant burning?
