[First Wave of the Flame War - Flame Era]
Fjorge, or as many called him, the Nine Underworld Flame Blacksmith, stood on a scorched battlefield, his expression grim as he watched the advance of a sea of warriors, each radiating intense heat.
Some had twisted horns, many appeared as demon-beast hybrids, and some looked human—perhaps too perfect to be human, even.
Leading them was a woman whose beauty could easily bring about the fall of a galaxy. She radiated the intense flame aura of a Pseudo-Primordial, and in her hand was a spear shaped like the fang of a tiger.
"So she is the infamous Second Flame Matriarch?" Fjorge asked, turning to a lady clad in crimson armor and wielding a broadsword.
"Yes, my lord. She was the one the message said we should look out for and never underestimate," Ruby answered, her gaze burning with lethal battle intent. Behind her, forty others stood, each ready for battle.
"Have you heard from the others?" Fjorge asked, and Ruby nodded.
