Szzzzzz.
A burnt smell hung thick over the wide space. Black smoke billowed up in coils.
“Gguh… urk…”
“Save… save me…”
A multitude of Apostles lay on the ground, sobbing. They panted in a wretched state, bleeding over the collapsed, ruined earth.
The signs of burning were obvious all over their bodies, and some had long since charred pitch-black and ended their lives.
Amid that ravaged space, the only thing unharmed was a single tree on the prepared rise.
The tree Paejon was bound to.
An old man, tottering, pushed himself up with that tree at his back.
“Ptuey.”
He spat blood roughly, then—
Whooooosh—!!!!
—stirred the winds and rolled his furious eyes.
“How impertinent…”
Sssssk.
As he wiped away the scorch marks left on his skin, killing intent rose across his flesh. At that sight, the woman behind him spoke up.
“Buseon. Calm yourself.”
“Calm? Does this look like something one can calm down from?”
His lips smiled, but the killing…