I was still trying to find Amadea's whereabouts. From above, I could see hundreds, no, maybe thousands of troops in red uniforms trying to fight off the hundreds of the creatures of Biriwik that had come out to protect the mountain. Part of the forest had been completely burnt with many human corpses, horses, and even animals that weren't involved in the conflict.
I knew it was Amadea's flame. A flame that could melt anything. I didn't think that war would be the ugliest sight I had ever seen. How could they ruin everything for one purpose? Was there no other way?
I had to find Amadea soon. I tried calling out to him in my head, hoping the man would remove his barrier soon and be able to hear my voice. Amadea was still alive. I could feel it, but he was injured now.
