Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

Fire and Ash (3)

The guilt of not being able to save his people as Ignar was raided by the undead hung heavily on his drooping shoulders. It was as if he could feel those dying souls breathing down his neck, asking questions to which he had no answers.

As another fireball took out the last watch tower, Count Gressil was shaken up from his dreadful nightmare. He could see the wooden gates of Avondale in the distance and the village seemed completely defenseless.

King Reginald had ordered his patrolling guards to withdraw to the city and even the few sorcerers protecting the village had vanished after the attack on Cekunia.

Only a makeshift militia watched over the village, protecting it from wild animals and bandits. But the threat marching toward the small settlement was far greater than a band of plundering barbarians.

The Flame Demon continued its steady march up the road, occasionally stopping to destroy the windmills and abandoned cottages strewn across the plains.

As the night grew darker, the mo