The roaring flames cleared a path, turning the city red. As the saying goes, 'Life is a comedy in long-shot, but a tragedy in close-up,' he views the scorching, maddening fire as nothing more than a masterpiece on a canvas. Burning ants. He snorts at their final, desperate struggles.

What are you dawdling for? Either die quickly or fight back already.

A malicious man who won't even let people die in peace. The worst of the worst, who treats lives like rotten lumps of blood the moment he gets bored. If he were in their shoes, that composure would vanish instantly.

You charged at him as he fired flames indiscriminately, but you ended up slammed into the ground, showing him only the back of your head. The unwanted scent of grass is forced into your nose. At the same time, his voice rings out from behind you.

Is that all? You should've come with at least a bit of a plan.

His voice, thick with ridicule, lingers around your ears, alternating from right to left.

The fire continues to burn hot.