When the world was burning, what could mortals possibly do?
"I will extinguish everything—at the very least, the flames before my eyes."
The words once spoken by Mei Yuge, the legendary "Rain of Comfort," had inspired many.
And now, the "Legendary Woman," whose title had accumulated honor after honor, stood atop a gray hill and gently waved the Wooden Staff in her hand.
A light drizzle followed her gaze and turned into a torrential downpour.
The burning village regained its calm beneath the pouring rain, but the "bandits" looting it had no intention of stopping there.
The Lava Clan, who had already become wild bandits, used their extraordinary traits and immediately noticed the figure on the hill.
"It's her! Kill her!"
Noisy shouts rose from below, mixed with intermittent gunfire.
If this had been Mei Yuge ten years ago, she would have been cowering with her head in her arms. But now, her expression remained calm, as if she had heard nothing.
She merely waved her Wooden Staff in silence, adjusting the range of her rain.
Someone stood before her.
"...Don't retreat! This is our home!"
"Do as Big Sister says! Hold the line in front of her!"
Those directly facing the charging bandits were militiamen armed with Stone Spears and iron axes.
Yet not long ago, they had only been ordinary Fishermen.
"Think of our children! 'Slaves who do not know how to resist are not worthy of sympathy.' If we cannot fight for ourselves, then we will not be saved!"
Hearing those familiar words, Mei Yuge suddenly lowered her head. Yet what she saw was a completely unfamiliar member of the Long-Hand Tribe. He seemed to be the militia captain, rallying their spirits.
"...His words, his ideals—they've spread all the way here?"
Time was forever the most incomprehensible