It was the autumn harvest season, and the boundless fields gleamed gold.
The ripe wheat stalks had grown plump and golden. The warm air swept across them, raising waves of golden grain and carrying the fragrance of wheat.
Everything was so serene and beautiful.
"Take these wretches' food! Burn down their houses! Let's see if they dare pass along information again!"
Yet with the brutal intrusion of a group of outsiders, all tranquility and beauty became shattered illusions.
This was France in 1424. This was the small town of Domrémy.
Though it still remained loyal to the royal family, it had long been surrounded by Burgundian territory.
As the front line of a battlefield, darkness and chaos were the true colors of the era.
War and smoke, bloodshed and death, wails and cries of grief—they were almost everywhere one looked.
The wind howled, and the flames soared into the sky. Rows of houses rapidly caught fire amid the increasingly distant laughter and whistles of demons.
A little blonde girl wearing a headscarf and a ponytail rashly slipped through a fence, clutching the lamb she had raised herself. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the crackling of burning wood reached her ears.
When she turned around, the road she had come from had already become a sea of red.
As the blaze spread, choking smoke filled the air and continuously poured into the girl's nostrils. Her consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
At the same time, disaster never came alone. The burned-out fence posts broke apart and toppled over. Trapped within, the girl was about to be struck dead by those blazing logs.
Bang!
Unexpectedly, the falling logs were knocked aside by an invisible force. Scattered sparks and flowing flames gathered in midair, forming the silhouette of a human figure bearing