Clovis City, sixteen forty-five.

The raging flames all over the city rushed straight into the sky, dyeing the winter evening with a blood red that did not belong to the setting sun; Clovis City, which had been at peace for nearly two years after the 100-year saint calendar, was aroused again. Horrible memories.

Even, there is still more than that.

In the sea of ​​flames like purgatory, burning, killing and looting without moral bottom line, and merciless conflicts are staged endlessly between the streets and alleys: the struggle to suppress the mutiny

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