The fire ravaged the mountain, and it was only after three days and two nights of relentless flame that things finally began to turn a corner.
On the side of the highway, inside the main commander's tent of the Imperial army's temporary headquarters.
The sight of the high-end bottle of liquor on the table before him stirred complex feelings within the Major.
If it hadn't been for this bottle of liquor, he might have been the first to step out of the tent, facing the peril that awaited.
This meant his survival was likely at the expense of his comrade.
Reaching out, he grasped the bottle of liquor before him. Just as he was contemplating his next move, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice from behind:
"Major."
"What is it now?"
The sight of the incoming soldier made him knit his brows.
"Major, it has started to rain."
"Oh, it's raining, is it?"
Upon hearing this, the Major rose to his feet, taking the bottle of liquor with him as he strode out of the tent.
