War Continues (3)

Three days later…

The farms on the yellow plain of the Molten River area were smoking and the mountains were burnt black. There were burnt marks and bloodstains all over the ground.

The green farms were deadly silent and the dark smoke was rising to the sky.

Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele's eyes; he slowly walked through the farms with a yellow cane in his hand. He was wearing a black hat and his long red hair was trailing down his chest.

It was afternoon. The golden sunlight illuminated the farms.

Angele glanced around.

'These are the farms around a city of the Molten River area… Why is there no one here?'

The area was empty, the only thing he could see were the farms.

On the far side, Angele could see tall mountains that looked like pyramids.

"Tarren Volcano mountains…" Angele muttered.