In the Flame Sun Sect Country, famed for being blessed by the sun where no night ever falls, the Holy City is now shrouded in innumerable shadows, the cross-shaped shadows cast upon the earth by the Giant Dragons soaring in the sky.
"Great Lord of Flame Sun, Sovereign of the Red Fire Day, your humble servant begs for your protection, the claws of the Dragon Clan are closing in, they are about to step into your sacred city..."
The Pope, donning the Red Fire Crown, appeared dignified yet trembled incessantly, his breath weak like a flickering candle in the wind, continuously implored the Divine beneath the golden idol,
"Please let the wrath of the sun descend upon the world and cleanse the sins!"
On the battlefield, even the army composed of the most devout believers fell consistently against the legion formed by the Dragon-men.
