The third day after the end of the Twin Fire Battle.
Inner Sea Desert.
A team of Crimson Knights, riding flame beasts known as "Flame Horses" that could carry loads across desert terrain, advanced steadily towards the deepest part of the desert.
Unlike the knight order that accompanied Barbara when she first arrived at the Wildfire Territory, this one wasn't necessarily more elite.
Rather, each knight exuded an unspoken aura of blood and fire.
That was the scent of war.
Only those who had just experienced the baptism of war and crawled out from piles of the dead could possess such an iron-blooded temperament.
Some in the team still bore wounds.
This was a group of knights that had just survived the Twin Fire Battle.
"...It's so hot, are we there yet?" a somewhat sharp male voice rang out.
The speaker was an odd one within the group.
He was a young knight.
