"Those bastards left without me. I will make them pay, I swear! If I see them, I will kill them!"
In the sandy desert, rich only with dead worms and an ever-present sun casting harsh, unrelenting rays, a figure wandered incessantly in search of something…
It was Blaze, as arrogant as he was foolish, the only son of a wealthy and powerful family of Mages whose influence loomed like a storm cloud.
His expression was one of total rage as he cursed the wind with inhumane words against everyone but himself, his voice cutting through the dry air like a blade.
But before he could continue, the sight of something assaulted his vision like a sudden spark in the gloom.
"Oh?"
An expression of joy flooded his face, but it was quickly replaced by rage, not so much for arriving last, but for being mocked, his pride stung like a fresh wound.
"Bastards, they knew-" His gaze murderous.
