There was no war. Everything was easy for Ronin because this priest, powerful as he was, let his emotions get the best of him.
Once Ronin had stabbed him in the stomach and continued to siphon his Flame into his own dark heart, it was over for the Hope Revolution. He had killed their Hope.
And all that was needed to be done was to burn the remains.
He went over to the pyre in the middle of the encampment. The two boys in patrol, the Commoner Andre and the Noble Ricial, aimed their weapons at him as soon as he arrived.
"Hands in the air! State your name and your business with us!" They told him.
Ronin just raised his bloody hands with a wide sneer. Their eyes widened when he saw him holding a blood dagger.
The boys questioned at the same time. "Why are you—"
He used his Illusive Shift to stab their necks and kill them both in rapid succession. Once getting rid of the guards, he turned to the fire...