The Burned Forest sprawled under an ashen sky like a dark and desolate reminder of total devastation. Here and there, the charred trunks of titanic trees rose into the sky like crumbled towers, their branches gone, their leaves long turned to ash. Below them, an impenetrable maze of blackened deadfall rose hundreds of meters above the ground, obscuring it completely.
Sunny was standing atop one of the few burned trees that had stubbornly remained upright even in death, looking down at the vast expanse of charred tangle from a great height — two of him, really, one clad in a beautiful suit of black jade armor, the other wearing simple garments of dark cloth.
The one in the armor looked down with an arrogant expression.
"I think we are going to lose again."
The one in the simple clothes smiled faintly, a naughty glint in his eyes.
"Don't sell our legion short."
Below them, a terrifying battle was taking place.
