Fate fled as the world began to burn. Only tragedy remained, kindled by the flames, manifesting in the ashes and smoke that choked out every living thing that had once resided there. The flames engulfed the village by the castle, which, even in the light of the fire, glowed in the bright neon colors.

Renna could not tear her eyes from the burning landscape as the small airship rose above it.

Numb.

Empty.

This land could have once been her home. Her hand tightened its grip around the hilt of the sword in front of her, it's blade pointed at the floor.

It deserved to burn.