The beloved, beautiful, the country was known for its prosperity and extremely urbanized development was something Ryo felt proud of. He always took pride in the fact that, he belonged to this empire. Maybe he came from a smaller town of it, but still, it was something to boast about. But the state he was seeing the empire right now, wasn't even remotely close to what he takes pride in. The entire city was submerged into a raging fire, burning everything around. The shops, market, those beautiful trees along the road Airi used to love, the pottery slum she would always visit and take occasional pottery classes from the old man living right across from here, everything was gone. Swept away by that hot, red, painful waves, turning into ashes.