The scorching heatwave assaulted his face, burning Celder's cheeks. Not only his face felt stinging pain, even his breath almost stopped.
What was happening?
Celder widened his eyes, trying to get a clear look but the temperature of the Devil Flame and blinding light prevented him from seeing anything.
Only loud burning sparks echoed ceaselessly in his ears.
Fire?
Right, it was fire!
Celder finally recalled the previous scene and after he knew what the fire represented, he shivered hard.
"How is this possible?"
"How is this possible?"
"2567 barely managed to withstand the Prairie King, it was luck that ushered him to victory in the end, how could he destroy that lord's arrangements so easily?"
"No! Something must be wrong!" Celder was roaring relentlessly in his mind but reality would not change according to anyone's wish.
