A downfall of a once called village. Flames that annihilated the landscape second by second. The screams of the dead filled the ears of the survivors.

The village looked like it was merely ruins from an old time ago instead of the village its citizens knew and loved.

The wind blowing was filled with rage, hatred, and disgust. A level of rage and hatred that could never be matched ever again by anyone, a level that could drive the average mortal mad.

The air being breathed in by mortals was polluted with multiple types of toxic gas, ashes, and decays.

One breath in and that filthy polluted air could cause a mortal to suffer breathing illnesses or even comas due to suffocation.

Flugel could hear screams left and right, coming from the villagera being hunted down by Remenis' servants.

But all he wanted was the head of Remenis.

No words in the dictionary could ever describe how Flugel felt, watching his own friend and mother suffer in agony and pain.

He felt as if he had lost all control over his body, and it simply moved by itself. It was as if the puppets started controlling the puppeteer.

Flugel immediately stared sprinting towards Remenis, with his scythe sticked to his hand.

He watched as the very same village he was born and raised in burned to the ground, flames eating it from the inside out. Not to mention, his house was falling apart by the second.

Willinham watched Flugel sprint in rage. When he was finally closer, Remenis realized the upcoming entity, but it was far too late.

Flugel reached Remenis and cut off his left hand, making Remenis let go of Flugel's mother.

Flugel dropped on the ground after committing a surprise attack on Remenis and turned around to see the result.

Unexpectedly, Remenis reacted calmly instead of yelling from the pain caused by his amputated hand. He then proceeded to say in a low angry voice:

"Hey, hey, you.."

Flugel turned around in shock. He had just cut off Remenis' hand, and he still didn't budge, as if it had no effect on him.

"---"

Flugel could sense the humongous amount of VLV inside of Remenis, making him hesitate a little before doing any action out of fear.

Remenis covered his amputation wound with his other hand and said:

"You know it's disrespectful any man's date, right? You don't want to end up like your little friend over there, I had to teach him a lesson."

Remenis pointed at Willinham unconscious body, covered in blood and bruises. The view sent chills down Flugel's spine.

"But I'm actually impressed. You cut off my hand! I doubt anybody has ever done that before!"

Remenis kneeled down to pick up his amputated hand. He picked it up, sticked it against where it was amputated from, and melted the torn pieces of skin together.

Flugel's face went pale as he watched some horrors he had never seen before, Remenis' disfigured mouth didn't do anything but increase the horror and terror.

Flugel got off the ground quickly, too quickly that he had to grab onto the dirt to help and guide him to stand up, making his hands dirty.

He ran towards Remenis once again, Flugel's face looked pale and enraged, and his vision became chaotic and vivid each second that had passed since he got into this situation.

Once he was face to face with Remenis, he noticed something uncanny and disturbing.

Remenis was smiling, smiling like a dirty bastard. He was enjoying every second of this.

Enraged by that haunting smile, he tried slashing Remenis' stomach over and over again.

It felt like fighting a brick wall that won't budge. Was he made of steel? Invincible?! Questions roamed Flugel's mind over and over again until:

Remenis put his hand on top of Flugel's head and said:

"You're actually pretty strong, kid."

His grip on Flugel's head got tighter, making Flugel groan in pain, and then Remenis pulled Flugel, so Flugel's forehead was a few centimeters away from his.

"But.. you can't defeat the honesty of a man working a blue tie job. It's the basis of society! You can't live without me and my companions! We're the base and unit of every company and corporation! We've been left in the dirt for way too long, and we shall take our rights with force!"

Flugel's consciousness faded second by second while hearing Remenis' speech, he felt his mind being squeezed and tightened by Remenis' hand, he tried to yell from from the pain but his mouth failed him, his tongue couldn't move a centimeter and his vocal cords couldn't spit out a word, if not even a letter.

Willinham watched from afar but couldn't help but do so in silence as his flesh was being eaten by the flames little by little.

Remenis finally opened his hand and let go of Flugel, making Flugel fall on the ground due to the dizziness caused by the tightness that was being applied on his skull.

Flugel looked down and coughed multiple times before looking up once again to face Remenis. And there Remenis was, smiling with a grin on that inhuman mouth of his.

The average human would kneel down in fear of that uncanny and disturbing face. How could anyone even look like that?

Flugel spit down on the ground and stood up, standing in a defensive technique instead of an attacking one, which indicated that he had thought of a new plan.

Flugel's mother had laid unconscious on the ground, her head facing the dirt.

Flugel observed his opponent and analyzed each possibility of an outcome.

Remenis stepped back and said:

"You three.. all of you! Have disrespected my work. What is it that you want from the poor workers that work their ass off each day, every day! You ungrateful pigs!"

Remenis' eyes had a spark of anger towards the three of them, but Flugel just couldn't understand what the heck that guy was talking about. Words he had never heard before, concepts and meanings he had never stumbled upon before.

Remenis' voice sounded angrier by the second and yelled:

"YOU SHALL FEEL IT! FEEL MY DEDICATION! MY YEARS AND YEARS OF PURE DEDICATION! And for my blood and tears worth of work to be wrecked by not a man, not a woman, but a CHILD?!.."

Remenis threw his arm across the air around him. Flugel looked confused for a second and looked around himself, which was followed by Remenis yelling:

"DON'T JOKE WITH ME!"

Before Flugel had realized, a sharp blow cut through his torso, a blow of flames. The flames didn't feel like the average fire that Flugel would use to warm himself in the winter. It felt like a weapon of torture.

Fortunately, it didn't cause the same would that Willinham has, but it did throw Flugel in a spiral of pain and agony.

Even though Flugel was in a defensive technique and position, the power of the blow was strong enough to slip through it and boil Flugel's skin a bit.

And all of that was thanks to Willinham for teaching him how to minimize injuries and wounds by concerning VLV in the wounded area itself.

After the blow was endured, Flugel quickly ran towards Remenis. Each second felt like a minute, and each minute felt like an hour. That's how the flow of time felt for Flugel.

Flugel came face to face with Remenis and yelled:

"Honest work? You call this honest work?! You're nothing but a maniac, a rat. I have zero idea what the hell is a 'blue tie' or whatever the heck you're talking about. But.."

Flugel could feel his VLV flowing through his body, straight towards his hand, as if the scythe was gaining more and more power by the second.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS... OFF OF US YOU BASTARD!"

Flugel penetrated his scythe through Remenis stomach, it seemed like his rage gave him a little bit of power, just enough to penerated the brick wall of skin that Remenis had.

For the first time since their fight began, Remenis had actually been injured. It felt like an achievement to Flugel, but he knew he still had to take him down.

Droplets of Remenis' blood dripped from his mouth.

In a moment of shock, Remenis felt his blood slipping through his mouth, making him want to find out what was dripping in the first place due to him being unfamiliar with such feelings.

He put his finger on his lip and wiped his lips with it. When he put his hand away from his mouth to observe it, he finally saw what he hadn't seen in a long time.

That's when Remenis' smile slowly faded and turned into a little frown. Flugel just looked up to see Remenis' face, and it was as mentioned previously.

Before Flugel could do anything, he sensed Remenis' VLV rising and rising by the second, but something felt off.

In a moment, Remenis grabbed Flugel by the neck and held him in the air by the latter.

Flugel started choking and fighting back with his limbs, which resulted in nothing.

Flugel was still hurting from his wounds on his forearm and torso but still forced his way through.

Pain could be seen in his eyes, and then he proceeded to say:

"I-gh-.. I'll kill you..."

Rage was flowing through Remenis' veins, as if it was his blood. His face was expressing merely one emotion that even the most unaware person could feel. Remenis then proceeded to say:

"You.. dare injure me? ME?! The savior of all laborers?!"

Then, Remenis let go off of Flugel. While Flugel was about to fall down, Remenis started landing fists on Flugel's entire body.

Flugel took all of the attacks and was sent flying off into the wall of his own house.

The wall shattered to pieces, and Flugel just sat on the floor while laying his back on what remained of the wall.

Remenis just laughed a little bit and said:

"Whaaat? Have you given up already? I thought you wanted me to get my hands off of your little friends, no?"

Remenis walked up to Flugel's mother.

"What if I?.."

Remenis tried picking up Flugel's mother once again like earlier. When Flugel saw what he was trying to do, he quickly stood up and punched Remenis in the face.

Flugel just kept doing what he could. He just kept punching and landing fists on Remenis again and again until he longer had any power left to do so.

Other than punching, he kept slashing and cutting Remenis' abdomen, which seemed to have no effect even though he basically stabbed him a little bit earlier.

Remenis fought back by dodging some of Flugel's fists and slashes while punching Flugel back.

Flugel kept thinking and thinking of a solution to his dire situation. This Remenis seemed Invincible, untouchable, just overall the strongest.

At last, Flugel grabbed Remenis by his neck, choking him, and so did Remenis. Fortunately, they were around the same height, so they were pretty much equal in force.

Flugel couldn't think of any solution.

"It hurts." Flugel thought to himself, the pain from his wounds started catching up to him in the worst time possible.

But the pain was the last thing he had to think about right now. What can he do, what should he do to defeat this monstrous creature.

That's when a devilish idea got into Flugel's mind, an idea of pure agony and anguish, a last resort of some sorts.

Flugel started pushing Remenis back, Remenis was confused about why he was doing that, so he just pushed back.

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Rage, wrath, fury, anger and many more emotions were running around in Flugel's mind, and those very same emotions were fuel to him, just enough fuel to be able to conquer Remenis in this final showdown.

Remenis was slowly pushed back, bit by bit, step by step, but he was completely clueless on why Flugel was doing that.

After a few steps, Remenis finally realized what was going on.

Behind Remenis was a conflagration of flames, which was caused by the fires set up by the servants.

Remenis just laughed at Flugel and yelled:

"AHAHA! You think a MERE fire would-"

Before Remenis could finish his sentence, Flugel added more and more power and force on Remenis, making the latter be pushed.

Remenis was pushed into the flames.

Flugel stepped back so he wasn't eaten by the flames as well. Flugel could hear Remenis' yelling:

"YOU.. YOU DARE MAKE ME BE EATEN BY MY OWN-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off once again, this time by the flames that were loud enough to dominate the sound of Remenis' yells.

A huge feeling of relief washed over Flugel as he fell on the ground on his back, trying to catch a breath.

But he knew he couldn't waste any time. He decided to check up on his mother before Willinham.

He ran as fast as he could to her unconscious body and started shaking her, hoping that she wakes up.

She didn't respond. At that point, Flugel was on the verge of tearing up. I mean, who wouldn't when they literally watch their own mother lying on the ground with a face that screams agony.

Flugel still looked at the light of hope and put his hand over her mouth. Fortunately, he could feel her breathing.

Relief washed over Flugel like never before, so relieved that a tear fell down his eyelid.

He picked her up on his back and slowly walked over to Willinham. Flugel kneeled down to check up on him and said:

"Willinham?..."

"..."

"Willinham?!"

Willinham's eyes opened after Flugel's scream, and then proceeded to say:

"Ah-! Oh.. Flugel?"

"Yeah, dude! What the hell is going on?!"

"You're.. alive?"

"Well.. yeah? That doesn't matter now! Tell me!"

Willinham's eyes quickly opened in shock and worry and yelled:

"WHERE'S REMENIS?!"

Flugel looked at Willinham in a moment of silence with a frown and then confessed:

"I.. he's dead."

"What? What do you mean you-"

Flugel interrupted him and yelled:

"I've killed Remenis, don't you understand?! I've been fighting that monster for like-.. I don't know?!"

"Alright, alright, calm down.. but can you just-"

Willinham reached out his hand to Flugel, indicating he needed some help standing up. Flugel quickly understood and grabbed Willinham's hand to help him stand up.

Willinham groaned a bit and said in a low voice:

"God, everything hurts..."

"But wait... I feel like something is missing..."

Right then and now, Flugel's mother seemed to be mumbling words to herself.

"M-mom?! Are you okay?!"

"G-get him.."

"Get.. who?"

After Flugel's question, worry and doubt started rising and flowing through his veins as to what his mother could be implying to.

"Your-"

His mother started coughing uncontrollably, dropping droplets of her blood on Flugel's back.

Flugel and Willinham yelled in unison:

"Are you okay?!"

The mother just kept her eyes closed and said in a low and unclear voice:

"R-ren.."

Flugel' eyes became wide open from the sudden realization.

"Where is he?! Is he-"

"Inside.."

Flugel had his suspicions, but they were just confirmed. His little brother was still inside the burning house.

He looked at Willinham with hopeless eyes, but he still had to confirm the worst. He proceeded to say:

"Willinham, here."

Flugel held his mother in his arms and then handed her to Willinham and said:

"Protect her, please.."

Willinham knew what Flugel was thinking but didn't want to ask any questions about it, so he just nodded and held her on his back.

Flugel smiled a little bit because he knew his mother was in good hands. He then turned around and went inside his burning house.

His mind was filled with thoughts, the most horrendous and gut-wrenching thoughts manifested in his mind. As to why, it was obviously because of the very little hope he had.

He watched his house burn to the ground, with his little brother inside, what human could ever survive that.

He checked his house door by door, corner by corner, while covering his mouth by wrapping a piece of cloth he had torn off of his tunic.

After a few minutes of searching, he didn't find anything, not even a single clue to where his brother was.

Hopeless, he sat down in the flames, wanting to just... die.

"Where is he.. Ren.."

In a moment of despair, he first remembered what he still had to do. He still had a mother to protect, a friend to rely on, and a village to protect.

But still, he still wanted to see his brother.

That's when he remembered.

"Wait, when I was a a little younger, we'd play hide and seek and.. he's hid in one place.. oh my god."

Flugel finally realized the place where Ren was hiding. He ran like he had never run before, holding the thinnest rope of hope to find his little brother alive and well.

That's when he started sensing something.

"R-ren?.."

A slight amount of VLV could be sensed from the kitchen, where Ren would usually hide when they used to play hide and seek.

That's it, Flugel knew he was alive, even if that VLV wasn't Ren's. He held on that rope of hope like it depended on his life.

He quickly ran down the stairs, and the kitchen door was merely a few steps ahead.

With every step, a little bit of joy flowered in his heart, and all the doubt and sadness were washed away.

A huge blow of flames erupted from his back, pushing him to the ground.

Flugel coughed multiple times uncontrollably due to the dust and smoke coming from the flames, but he still chose to stand up and search for Ren.

There was it, the kitchen. Without hesitation, he striked down the door with his leg. He then immediately yelled with tears in his eyes:

"R-REN!"

In front of Flugel was a man wearing a black suit. The VLV he had sensed a few minutes earlier was his. It seemed like he was one of the servants from earlier.

Without any further questions or sentences, Flugel immediately formed his scythe and sprinted towards the servant.

The servant stepped back in fear and tried throwing a crystal to seal Flugel, but it was too late.

Flugel slashed through the servant's left hand and quickly punched him in the face, knocking the servant out.

The servant fell on the floor, slowly being eaten by the flames that kept spreading across the house.

Then came the realization. He had one single idea, one last idea of where Ren was.

In front of Flugel was the kitchen's cabinet, which was just under the sink, low enough for a child to reach.

Before Flugel even dared to open, he prayed to god. He prayed his brother was alive and well inside, but he already knew the answer to his prayers.

Flugel reached out his hand and slowly opened the cabinet door.

"--Ren?..."

Inside the cabinet was the melting corpse of Ren. His flesh was still intact, but the skin had already melted and burned due to the high temperatures caused by the flames and conflagration.

Flugel said in a low and teary voice:

"Hey, buddy... didn't see you here, playing hide and seek with, aren't you?"

Flugel' eyes became wide open, and he was devastated. No words could ever describe what he was feeling at the moment. Grief, anger, rage, hatred, disgust, everything was mixed up in his head, not even he himself could understand what was going on in his head.

But he seemed to deny the truth, deny the reality, the absolute and fixated reality that Ren, his little brother, was dead.

Trying to fight off reality, he simply remained a neutral expression on his face and tried to hold Ren's corpse in his arms.

The house was already starting to break down entirely. The walls and roofs shattered brick by brick, piece by piece, leading to several large pieces of the roof falling down on their heads.

Before Flugel could hold his little brother one last time, just one last time, the cabinet shattered in front of his very eyes, trapping Ren under multiple bricks and burned wooden planks.

Flugel immediately started yelling in desperation:

"N-NO! Please, please, please!"

He started picking up the shattered rocks and burned wooden planks and throwing them away, piece by piece, trying to reach the cabinet. But every time he threw a piece, it felt like another piece just came into existence. The cabinet was covered in a huge pile of dust and rocks and wood, and it was pretty much impossible to reach.

"Please, be alive."

Flugel knew it. He knew what happened to Ren. He knew.

He knew he couldn't save his little brother, which was already stupid of him because he was already dead, the very little VLV that his little brother had already faded.

He most likely wanted to bury the corpse, but even that was gone forever.

The burning house didn't even give him a chance to mourn the death of his dear brother, a huge log that supported the roof fell down on Flugel, he immediately and quickly cut it in half using his scythe.

He started running for his life, trying not to die because of the toxic gazes and the dust and smoke.

He finally reached the exit door and striked it down to reach freedom.

After he got out, his house immediately fell to the ground, shattered and burned to ashes and pieces.

It was impossible to believe that this used to be a home for a family of three, a loving one indeed.

In front of Flugel was Willinham waiting for him, holding Flugel's mother on his back as promised.

Flugel couldn't even smile. He just looked at Willinham and said with a low and devastated voice:

"Are they still running around?"

Willinham shrugged and replied:

"I don't know, look around you. They're still chasing down the villagers and sealing them-"

Willinham was interrupted by realizing that tears were running down Flugel's cheeks.

Willinham immediately knew what was going on, so he didn't dare to ask a single question.

Willinham sighed.

"While you were gone, I noticed a carriage leaving the village. I think it's survivors running away to a nearby village.

Flugel thanked God that he could at least save his mother.

"Really? Then.. let's take her there."

"Sounds good to me. We should stop those people though, although they've already kind of destroyed the entire village.."

"Willinham."

"Yes, Flugel?"

"Hand her over."

Willinham listened and handed Flugel's mother to him. Flugel held her on his back and started running while Willinham followed him.

Willinham caught up with Flugel's pace. When Flugel noticed so, he asked:

"Willinham, do you have any damn idea what's going on?!"

"I'm as confused as you are, I was looking for you, and I saw that Remenis was about to kill your mother."

"Like i didn't know already..." Flugel thought to himself.

Willinham went on to add:

"I casted my technique, you know the light beam. It was stupid of me to do that. It sucked all of my energy, making me much weaker and an easy opponent to Remenis. I mean, he didn't even budge!"

Flugel was puzzled and questioned:

"Didn't even budge? I mean, he was strong, but I managed to literally cut a hole through his stomach."

Willinham seemed surprised but didn't question the authenticity of Flugel's claims as he had seen, well, Remenis gone.

Willinham immediately concluded that:

"I see, i guess my technique weakened whatever was protecting him, which made you have the upper hand."

Flugel was shocked and yelled:

"So that was a weakened version of him?!"

Willinham shrugged.

"You can say so. But still, you managed to beat and maybe even kill him! That's an achievement, you know?"

Flugel was flattered, and his accomplishment was appreciated a little.

"I see, thank you. But.."

Willinham got curious.

"What is it?"

Flugel hesitated a little but still went on to say:

"You do realize your face is all messed up, right?"

Willinham was a little shocked at the confession.

"Is it that bad? But wait, your arm!"

Willinham pointed out the wound on Flugel's forearm caused by the servant from way earlier.

Flugel felt a little anxious about the situation but tried to rub it off to focus on the main subject.

"I should do something about it.. and your face as well."

Willinham sighed.

"I see."

He then looked forward and noticed carriages leaving the city, while servants of Remenis were burning the village down and kidnapping families in the background.

Willinham added:

"We've arrived."

The two stopped running in their tracks. Flugel held his mother in his arms and walked towards one of the carriages.

In front of Flugel was a man, and that seemed to be of great importance to Flugel.

Willinham watched Flugel approach the man and quickly realized who he was.

Willinham realized that man was the very same man he talked to back when he was training Flugel for the very first time.

The very same man who taught Willinham about how parents abandoned their children searching for a better life, just to live like a rat in the Royal Palace or the Modesty Realm.

He didn't question how Flugel knew him because, obviously, they're a small village, and everyone knew each other.

But the way that man was guiding others, helping the elderly and children escape. He started suspecting the man of having various titles but couldn't point his finger at one.

Herkil was an average height, 30 years old man who wore a dark brown chemise (like a very long tunic), with beige breeches and black boots.

Flugel approached the man and said in a worried voice:

"Mr. Herkil!"

Herkil turned around to face Flugel.

"Flugel?! You're alive?! And is that-"

Herkil' eyes became wide open as he saw Flugel's situation, but he wasn't any better. Herkil was full of bruises and wounds, but fortunately, there were no serious injuries.

Herkil knew there wasn't the right place to ask questions, so he said:

"Get her in the carriage, now! Is she injured?!"

"No, no, she just has horrible bruises as you see."

Herkil helped Flugel get the latter's mother inside the carriage. The carriage was filled with other women, elderly and children. Flugel wondered if they were going to be alright, especially his mother.

Herkil looked at Flugel and told him in a worried tone:

"So? Come on, get inside, and your friend over there as well."

Herkil didn't seem to recognize Willinham, maybe because Herkil meets a bunch of people each day, so he doesn't seem to remember someone he had met for a few minutes.

Flugel understood Herkil's worry about him, so he just told him:

"I have some work to do, I really do."

Herkil didn't seem to understand what a seventeen year old would have to do in a situation like the one happening right now.

"You're.. busy?.. Flugel, as the village chief, I can't simply let a child like you stay over there, also..."

The acts of Remenis' servants didn't stop for a second in the background. The noises kept getting louder, and the flames burnt the entire village down to the ground.

Herkil zoned out while looking inside the carriage and proceeded to add:

"You can't leave your mother there, alone."

Although Herkil truly cared about Flugel, he tried guilt tripping him, but it was for the greater good, according to his vision.

Flugel said while putting his hand on Herkil's shoulder:

"I... alright, I'll come."

Flugel then turned around to face Willinham.

"Are you coming?"

Willinham appreciated the invite and replied:

"I have some stuff to do, just stay with your family and escape, alright?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll help some people over there escape and collect as many sealed people as possible."

"Oh, right!"

Flugel put his hand inside his pocket and grabbed out a bag full of crystals.

Willinham was kind of surprised.

"Wait, is that?"

"Yeah, I tried to save people earlier, and I.."

"You what?"

Flugel looked at his forearm and concentrated. In a split of a second, his scythe had formed.

Willinham was even more shocked than before.

"What the heck?! How did you do that?!"

"It's.. complicated."

"Whatever, just go now. You can't risk your chances!"

After a few seconds, the three of them could hear an explosion nearby, a loud one indeed. They all turned around only to see a cloud of dust and flames.

Herkil grabbed Flugel by his hand and jumped inside the carriage.

Herkil yelled with a loud and clear voice:

"GO, GO, GO!"

the coachman at the front of the carriage immediately signaled the horses to start moving. The coachman seemed to lead the carriage towards an unclear path, probably to avoid encountering servants on the main path.

Flugel watched as he got farther and farther from Willinham. He couldn't lie to himself that he was very worried about him.

Herkil looked at Flugel's wound and said:

"Here, let me cover that up."

Herkil grabbed a bottle that was inside one of the crates around the carriage and poured the liquid that was inside of it on the wound.

After a few seconds, Flugel clenched as a feeling of numbness and sting flowed through his spine.

Herkil looked a little surprised.

"Oh, come on, Flugel, it's just warm water and soap."

Herkil ripped off a piece of cloth from his tunic and wrapped Flugel's wound with it.

"This will probably leave a scar, kinda cool, don't you think, Flugel?"

Herkil tried cheering Flugel up, but it seemed to not work even a little bit.

A few minutes passed, around ten minutes, the crew inside the carriage kept complete silence with no words spoken.

Herkil held on some courage and asked:

"Flugel."

"Yes?"

Flugel kept looking down at the carriage wooden floor and didn't want to make any eye contact.

Herkil noticed and tried to ask nicely:

"Flugel, look at me, son."

Flugel did so only because he respected Herkil deeply.

Herkil asked:

"Flugel, where is your brother?"

The question sent a wave of shock into Flugel because after the horrifying scene he had seen, he didn't want to talk about it, not even a little bit.

He wanted to bury the scene in the depths of his brain, somewhere he couldn't remember at all.

Flugel hesitated, but surely after a minute of silence, he answered:

"H-he.."

Before Herkil could crack a smile after Flugel seemed to start answering his question, the brightness outside seemed to increase by the second.

Herkil and Flugel both turned around to look outside the carriage.

They said in unison:

"What the-?!"

In a moment, half of the carriage was gone from the coachman's side. Fortunately, the two and Flugel's mother and some others were safe, but the coachman and his horses were done for, erased from existence entirely, leaving no corpses behind.

The bright light had a scarlet color mixed with a little orange. It looked like something none other than flames, familiar ones.

The carriage immediately collapsed into pieces, making everyone drop and lay on the ground.

Flugel realized he was in the middle of a grass field, and tried standing up. His body failed him a few times, but after a few moments he finally stood up.

He looked around, trying to find everyone and look for the source of those flames at the same time.

That's when he finally saw him.