The burning white phosphorus ignited everything and left only the mournful wailing of the dead in the fire.
A total of eight clusters of white phosphorous munitions were fired down and turned the radius of a mile into scorched earth. The chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes... and all traces of their existence were erased.
Manakala stood there, his eyes widened, and his two-meter-high body trembled along with his lips. Whether it was the prayer he recited in his mouth, or the plea he mumbled, or the fear he felt, it was so minuscule compared to the flame that burned everything.
The representative of Water Lizard, Tululu, sat next to Manakala. They maintained a good relationship. And the brawny black man in a leopard coat originally stared at Feng Yuan like a delicious prey, but now, that looked changed into the way someone looked at a devil...