The sound of the cold breeze and the scorching flames was all that could be heard. The bodies of countless people lie everywhere, motionless on the ground. This was the fate that had met city after city south of the Chinese border. Flying above each was the flag of the Branwen Tribe. Its leader, Raven, casually strolled through the now mostly silent streets. She looked at the corpses beneath her, occasionally kicking them to ensure they were truly dead. Once satisfied, she sheathed her sword and