"This damned world."
"Lord Harper, you are the Master of Fire Fury who founded Fire Fury City upon the ruins, please don't say such dispiriting words. If the citizens hear, it might cause panic."
On the hillside, there is a city. At one corner of the city is a castle, and the inner wall of the castle is right next to a steep cliff. At this moment, several figures are standing on the city wall above the cliff.
Leading the group is the City Lord of the city - Harper Fire Fury, and beside him is his chief steward, Rogie.
Upon hearing Harper's dissatisfied muttering, the diligent old Rogie couldn't help but remind him.
"You don't understand."
Harper did not turn his head; his eyes still gazed forward, looking at the ash-gray sky, the ash-gray dust, and all things gray on earth.
He hated this omnipresent grayness.
