In the midst of ruins, the remains of walls swayed in the breeze, occasionally accompanied by the distant cries of birds, and wildflowers bloomed stubbornly among the rubble, while green leaves poked through the cracks of shattered walls.
The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder and the fragrance of soil, intertwined together, forming a complex and unique post-war aroma.
Seated atop the broken walls was a handsome king.
Blood-red flames swirled ceaselessly in Flamme's hands.
The blossoming blood-red hue contained the power of the "Fire Demon God Adranus" bloodline that had been passed down through generations, which the Meyer family had relied on to live and fight in this world.
Flamme thanked the flames, he revered them.
He was born amongst the blood-red flames, and ultimately, he would also die in them.