Flames of Purification

For the second time already, counting what happened just moments ago.

I still don't know much about the voice that spoke to me in the world that had stopped.

For now, let's just go with this feeling.

“Ren?”

“What is it?”

Anyway, perhaps startled by the flames suddenly blazing from my wings, I addressed Huey and Lucy, who were staring at me.

“I'll take care of those. You two protect Jackson and the carriage.”

“I don't mind, but are you sure you can handle it alone?”

“What's a few Living Dead coming at us?”

The corpses walking toward us now are small fry that even ordinary villagers could handle under the right conditions, so why worry about them...