With the Flamekin wiped out completely, all of Clearford City fell into a kind of wild celebration.
For days, the Flamekin had inflicted damage that was almost impossible to put into words.
Plenty of people in Clearford City had watched their family and friends get burned alive with their own eyes.
They'd wanted to slaughter those beasts every second of every day—but the gap in strength left them powerless.
Most of them had genuinely believed this was how their lives would end: living in fear until the moment the flames finally took them too.
And yet… the moment Fallen Star City's powerhouses dropped from the sky, those demons were crushed like rotten wood. The reversal was so fast it felt unreal. A lot of the Clearford City residents who hadn't fought kept asking again and again just to make sure they weren't dreaming.
No wonder the Commander had kept telling them to swallow their pride and endure—told them to wait for hope to arrive.
So hope had been real.
