Flames soared like invisible giants in the ancient city-state. They danced wildly, never willing to be bound, constantly seeking new fuel, expanding the realm of fire. The hot thick smoke twirled in mid-air, shrouding most of Coyote City. As the sun slanted westward, the Kingdom Legion, which had entered the city, was forced to retreat like a tidal wave, along with the twenty thousand Coyote Tribe captives. The armored, stern samurai and the kneeling, empty-handed captives gathered around, almost filling the wilderness outside the city.
"The rainy season has yet to come, and there are many thatched huts in the city. Once such a massive fire ignites, most of Coyote City will turn into ashes. The army will not only have no food but also no houses to stay in. This fire..."
