The flames reignited. A bloodcurdling crimson erupted within the city.
Was it fire? Or blood? It's impossible to know now. The only thing Van knew for sure was that his blood had been washed by the emblem and mixed into the flames, triggering the "miracle" that reversed the course of the battle.
The firelight turned the night sky white.
I wonder if anyone is still alive to witness this "miracle" caused by the man from "Asura's Inferno"...
A blood-red figure in the distance thought this.
"Hmph..." The blood-red shadow revealed a sinister smile. "Very well. My knights, you have fulfilled your mission well. Rest in peace!"
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"You're awake?"
Having just woken up and regained consciousness, Philsa sat frozen on the bed, her pupils wide open, turning to stare at Sherry: "Did you attack me from behind?"
She retorted angrily, "Do you know what stupid thing you were trying to do?"
"How many days have I slept?" Firsa roared.
Shirley shouted with all her might, as if in defiance, "Two days!"
"What about them?"
"I have no idea."
He got up and looked out the window, realizing that he had left Danyin and arrived in a small village.
Is it far from Danin?
"This is a small village west of Danyin, about two or three kilometers away, with a small hill separating the two locations."
Although it's not very far, back then, even with the "Wind Dance" buff, Sherry still had to exert a lot of effort to carry her companions here.
Wind-based support magic can increase the speed of the person receiving the spell, but it cannot reduce the weight of the heavy objects they are carrying.
Philsa kept asking himself why he felt so uneasy. It had been two days, and he still hadn't heard from them.
At the very least, they should send a messenger to tell them exactly how the battle went that day, right?
A strange sense of foreboding welled up inside me.
"I want to go back."
Without much thought, Firsa decided to set off on his return journey immediately.
Shirley knew that at this point, she could no longer stop her out-of-control companion.
So he picked up the belt from the table, which was already equipped with various hidden weapons and knives, quickly fastened it, and followed Philsa out the door.
They headed east, returning along the only road. All the way, Philsa ran ahead without looking back, remaining silent.
His injuries have not fully healed, and his body is still not as full of energy as it was before.
He was already panting halfway through the run, but he had no intention of stopping.
Sherry silently added the Wind Dance to her companion from behind.
After traveling for some time, they still couldn't see any sign of Danin ahead. They were getting very close; Philsa sensed that the enemy's demonic aura had long since vanished.
But... there wasn't even a trace of life left... This sign made Philsa gasp.
Shirley noticed that Philsa's face was almost pale with fright, knew something was wrong, and was also afraid of what was about to happen...
Danin was originally a small but vibrant city... so it shouldn't have fallen to this miserable state...
It was practically a ruin ravaged by a fierce fire. In just two days, all signs of life vanished, the smoke died down, and it became deathly silent. It was as if centuries had passed since the fire.
Philsa's heart pounded as he stumbled into the entrance that had once been the west gate of the city—now just two low, dilapidated walls.
He found traces of a battle in what used to be a wide street—piles of broken stone pillars with only their bases remaining, a small amount of ashes stirred up by the wind brought by the visitors, and charred corpses scattered all over the ground, their faces unrecognizable.
It seems that Obsidian suffered heavy losses in this operation.
They also found a huge bloodstain on the ground. The blood had long since dried, but it was very clear and looked like someone's emblem.
“Van Titeren…” Felsa’s lips trembled as he gritted his teeth and uttered the name of the emblem’s owner.
It was nothing short of an endless massacre using flames as a torture device, utterly horrific.
Philsa looked down at the ground, searching for anyone's trace, yet praying in her heart that she wouldn't find anyone.
Shirley felt the same way. If she hadn't stopped Philsa back then, perhaps...
There wasn't a single female corpse to be found here.
Philsa breathed a sigh of relief. Orina was the only woman in the Obsidian Knights, and the fact that she wasn't found here meant she was very likely still alive. If they could find her, they would know Lampard's condition.
"She shouldn't have gone far... if she's seriously injured." With a sliver of hope for the survivors, Philsa started running and headed east.
He passed by the former knights' guild, where the large wooden gate had been burned to ashes and its dome had been blown away by the flames.
He ignored all of that; what he needed to do now was to search for traces of life, not to stop and lament the fate of what was once a magnificent building.
"Felsa".
Shirley suddenly called to a stop her companion who was running ahead.
"how?"
"Keep the change, please……"
Philsa turned around and saw Sherry standing not far behind her, frozen in fear. She was half-covering her mouth, her eyes filled with extreme terror, staring into the guild's interior.
He had already guessed what was going on. He ran back, shifting his reluctant gaze as he passed through the unshielded guild entrance and saw the horrific scene inside.
Leaning against the front desk, where the male and female corpses survived the flames, they were tightly embracing each other. Their faces were unrecognizable, and no one dared to look directly at them.
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