In midair, Sifa, in his flame form, watched the university campus below gradually return to order and finally relaxed.
He had originally told O'Neill to drive to West Borough, but the carriage was limited in speed. With the war having broken out, the horses had been frightened and could no longer move forward.
So Sifa told O'Neill to head to Oak Island alone while he transformed into a Flame Spear and shot through the air.
As he passed Backlund Technical University, some bombs, affected by the hurricane, happened to be falling toward the area.
Sifa intercepted them without hesitation.
Now that he saw the school was safe, he broke apart into sheets of flame once more, then reassembled into a massive Flame Spear and whistled away.
The bombing of West Borough had only just begun.
But there were simply too many airships in the Feysac Fleet. Even at the very start, they had already caused enormous destruction and countless casualties.
Buildings collapsed, flames burned, and chaos reigned everywhere.
Among the ruins, severed limbs, corpses, and blood lay scattered all around.
Shouts, screams, orders, and weeping rose and fell along the streets.
A little girl of eight or nine hugged a rag doll, her face smeared with grime as she stood helplessly in the street and cried.
Just moments ago, her mother had been crushed beneath the building that had collapsed beside her.
One of her mother's arms still protruded from the rubble.
But beneath the debris, there was already nothing but blood.
The girl cried helplessly, yet no one was able to offer her a hand.
At that moment, a shadow covered the little girl.
Above her, the Feysac Fleet was advancing.
The bomb hatch of one airship opened, and a Feysac man pushed out a round-bellied bomb.
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