A Night of Utter Madness

The city, filled with the flames of war, looked especially desolate in the fading glow of the sunset.

As night fell, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing streets scarred beyond recognition.

From time to time, wails and pained groans echoed among the shattered walls and ruins.

There was not the slightest bit of light inside the abandoned building where Filia was staying.

"Thank you for saving my son."

"I truly don't know how to thank you!"

The middle-aged man knelt before Filia again, weeping as he thanked her.

As for the middle-aged man's son, after eating some bread and drinking a little water, he had finally improved somewhat from his half-conscious state.

This man...