"What is... that?"
A group of cavalry, usually high and mighty, was left dumbfounded as they approached the entrance to Ring Mountain.
The cavalry squad leader tugged at the saddle of the scribe behind him and asked in a wooden tone.
Carriage wreckage, he had seen plenty. He had seen many burned wrecks, had even burned many himself.
But the crux of the issue wasn't just the wreckage of those carriages!
It was about how the wreckage was piled, and... the cloth strips blown onto the wreckage by the hot wind, left unburned.
They were very simple black cloth strips, seemingly blown apart after being scorched.
On those black strips, there was a faint pattern of several pale human skulls, neatly arranged.
"Nausicca Cavalry Squad's... battle flag?!"
The scribe nearly squeezed these words out painfully from his throat.
Their first reaction—something terrible has happened!!!
