Camp Rout and Melee

A huge fireball tore across the night sky, dragging out a meteor-like trail before crashing into the Dog-kin mountain stronghold and scattering billowing black smoke. Countless fire arrows came shrieking from the mountains like a sudden, pelting rain, setting dry grass nests alight and gathering into a sea of fire within the camp. The silent night rang with thunderous roars, like the wrath of the gods, bringing down an irresistible disaster.

"Ah! The gods' magic!"

Amoxi lifted his head in shock. Before his eyes was firelight filling the sky; beside his ears was terrifying thunder. He smelled the burnt stench of flames, and the bloody tang rapidly spreading through the air. Thousands of Dog-kin warriors shouted and crashed about the camp, hacking wildly at one another, sinking into chaotic madness!

"Flame and thunder, blood and death. It's the great chieftain's divine art!"

Miwa's face was full of reverence as he looked toward the place where the fireball had risen. He reached out and gripped the Sun Amulet hidden beneath his clothes.

"Praise the Main God! We beg for your forgiveness—"

After a brief pause, Miwa looked back at Amoxi. This time, his eyes were filled with killing intent, without the slightest hesitation left.

"Amoxi!"

"Alan, my daughter!"

Heavenly fire had descended, and Amoxi forced down the tremor in his heart. He cast one deep look at the camp that had fallen into utter chaos, then suddenly let out a low growl and hurled the Stone Spear in his hand at Miwa. Then the Red Crow Chieftain swiftly turned and fled toward the woods behind him without looking back.

"We're leaving!"

Several Red Crow elites followed their chieftain as well, turning and fleeing like foxes.

Miwa shifted his feet and dodged the incoming thrown spear. Then he raised his hunting bow