At noon, the sun was blazing, and the vast primeval forest was unbearably hot. A massive open space appeared in a valley where nine mountain ranges converged. The dense ancient trees, reduced to flat land by missiles, scattered branches and leaves danced in the wind, covering the ground entirely. There was a gigantic pit on the ground, flames were burning everywhere, black smoke filled the air, and the site was deathly silent, showing no signs of life.
Suddenly, a team surged from the distant woods. Leading the group was a person around sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a gun with a hand as steady as a rock. Despite the youthful face, a pair of strikingly bright eyes vigilantly surveyed the front. Following was a fully armed girl, a Black girl, who appeared even darker with oil paint on, yet her eyes were bright and sharp like blades. They were Little Lang and Tiger Girl.
