Arrows flew wildly through the air. Smoke choked the sky, flames raged unchecked, and the army of Wind Orchid City was annihilated to the last man.
Only the occasional knight managed to stumble out alive by sheer luck. But scattered and isolated, they were no match for the waiting forces and were quickly hacked down in a flurry of blades.
The scene was utterly horrifying—paired with the screams and the roaring inferno, it resembled the depths of hell.
At last, Unova staggered out with Moan slung over his back. When he saw the Nightfall Domain soldiers standing ready outside, he gave a bitter smile and tossed Moan onto the ground.
"As expected of a third-tier knight—there isn't even a trace of burn marks from the flames," Phield couldn't help but marvel. Unova still had his armor and weapons; only his mount was gone. Moan, too, had been well protected, with no obvious burns.
