The black flames spread endlessly, devouring the mansion piece by piece with every passing second. The unbearable heat made their healed wounds throb again—worse than when they were fresh. It felt as if red-hot metal was pressed against their skin—no, even worse than that, whatever pain lies beyond words, that was what they felt.
Selpe stood and moved to a safer distance, where the heat was slightly more bearable. Her heart pounded as her eyes stayed fixed on the burning mansion. A single tear slid down her cheek beneath the mask.
Her eyes widened. She stumbled as she walked, recognizing something—something achingly familiar.
And in that moment, a thought crossed her mind—
'Utopia?'
Utopia, the most ancient organization and the first to ever be founded, and their uniqueness—the legacy they carried—was Xorra's Inferna Noctis.
