A merciless wind blew over the ruined village.
The wooden houses caught fire, and the pitiful whinnying of wild horses drifted across the fields, as wooden pillars flickered with blinding flames.
There was no doubt; the village was destroyed.
It seemed a minor sin among Shangla'er's numerous crimes.
He had persecuted and tortured many, including nobles, priests, and monks; how could a trivial village escape his evil grasp?
But Laren stared in agony, running over and desperately trying to extinguish the relentless flames on the wild horse, shouting a name:
"Boro! Boro!"
Utus looked at Laren, puzzled,
"Boro? What is that?"
Hiris pointed at the wild horse and said:
"Laren's son."
Utus exclaimed in surprise:
"A horse?"
Hiris sighed and explained:
"Utus, you are unaware.
Boro was Laren's son, but they never got along because he felt his father married another woman, betraying his mother.
