Fire Wind State, the Holy Ground of the Saint.
Ranger Vitt shouldered his axe, silently gazing into the distance. The northern skies of the united lands were a dazzling chaos, with many powerful forces appearing, only to weaken and decline shortly after a fierce clash. Everything in sight was as frenzied as the Huang Guang State; the air felt solid, gravity became visible lines, light and heat read like readable text—the world was transforming into a form unreadable to humans. He heard distant screams from the city; someone's body became fire, perhaps in another metropolis life was becoming water.
There were no longer any orders from headquarters; most likely the bigwigs far away in Cangdu had long lost track of the situation's development. Standing at the silent battlefield's center, the ranger suddenly felt a twinge of regret; in hindsight, he should have sneaked in with the main forces into Meteor City—there was nothing he could do here.
