The Saracen soldiers hiding in the rampart, along with the fire pots in their hands, and the stone piles, all were reduced to ashes in the blaze.
A city gate that at least required several siege hammers and hundreds of soldiers to grind through was so easily set aflame.
The three-headed Demon Dragon's six eyes flickered with a cruel gleam; the thrill of this destruction truly enthralled it. Its gigantic fanged mouth opened, and once again began to brew a fresh breath of Dragon Flame.
"That's enough, Mr. Ladon."
A soft voice sounded behind the Demon Dragon's neck; though it sounded gentle, Ladon involuntarily shivered.
Because the longsword imbued with great Spirituality was already resting against its weakest neck scale.
Behind it, the Candle Knight, wearing a Fallow Deer Hood, softly spoke: "Enough is enough, don't forget the Captain's command. Your goal is limited to destroying this gate and extinguishing the still-burning Dragon Flame."
