"...Holy Son above."
Beside an abandoned water tower just a few kilometers from the battlefield, a man in hunting clothes stood by a rusted railing, binoculars in hand, staring dumbfounded at the devastated battlefield in the distance as he repeated those words over and over.
He was a hunter from Hope Town, named Bear.
When the fog had first rolled in, the town priest had muttered some mystical nonsense, and Mayor Horse had sent him to Pinecone Farm to investigate.
Bear had not dared to delay.
Not only because it was the mayor's order, but also because Priest Wei had said that the Holy Son was enraged and had brought divine punishment upon the traitors and heretics who had betrayed the Torch.
His heart had immediately skipped a beat. He feared that the divine punishment might implicate his family, yet he was also anxious to know what exactly that punishment was.
So he mounted Horse and galloped all the way there. Just as he had reached the halfway point, the apocalyptic flames and thunderous explosions had startled the horse beneath him so badly that it had nearly thrown him to the ground.
After scrambling back to his feet, he had immediately found a high place and climbed the lonely tower water tank beside the abandoned buildings.
Then he saw what happened next—
With boiling flames and charred corpses reflected in his pupils, Bear unconsciously swallowed.
This was...
The divine punishment delivered by the Holy Son?
But—
Had they gotten the location wrong?
The ones burning in hell were clearly those ugly beasts, those cannibalistic mutants living in the urban district.
He clearly remembered that those man-eating things were the Holy Son's vicious dogs.
But why—
The warm breeze gradually blew apart the gray-green smog, and with it, the confusion in