As time passed, the afterglow faded, and the sun had completely sunk into the sea on the other side, quietly ushering in the night.
Yet, at the onset of nightfall, one place remained brightly lit.
It was Tintagel Village.
"What, what in the world is happening!?"
Altoria climbed up a headland with Reiger, looking toward Tintagel Village, her voice filled with astonishment and panic.
There was no helping it.
The village that had been fine just a moment ago was now plunged into a sea of flames.
Buildings were burning.
The firelight illuminated the surroundings, driving away the darkness.
A great fire had descended upon the village of Tintagel, and faintly, the sounds of shouting, fighting, and the intense fluctuations of Magic Power spilled out from the village, creating an atmosphere of a tragic play.
"Everyone...!"
Seeing this scene, Altoria's mind went red with haste, and without thinking, she wanted to jump down and rush into the village.
