The overwhelming Barbarian Demons in the sky turned toward the humans near the second Flame Gate, like the shadow beneath a giant demon claw sweeping across the horizon. Brand couldn't help but recall the Solania locust plague during the Second Epoch Year of the Trade Wind, where the locusts that darkened the skies were a true portrayal of today's scene.
The second Flame Gate was thoroughly shattering, disintegrating into scattered fragments, merging into the downpour like countless golden butterflies dissipating one by one. Griffith stood in the rain, gazing at those scattered flames, and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope rise from the depths of her eyes as the Half-Elf Princess tightened her lips and clenched her fist.
