After that great war, the warriors who claimed to be Undead left one after another.
Later, people praised them, describing them as both mad and harmonious. Even as heroes on the battlefield, they never forgot the distant land of their homeland; no matter how far away, they would return to farm.
Outside the War Throne, in a small village named Atli, the only thing that could be remembered was the special brew here. It was said that an Undead combined their unique brewing techniques with Magic to create delicious fruit wine. Some even said that someone had obtained the Divine Skin of the "God of Wine."
No one clearly knew whether such a god existed.
Everyone, however, knew very well who the true ruler was now.
In the afternoon, shops were closed.
The air grew unbearably hot; the sun hanging overhead felt like a furnace pressed against the face, making people dizzy and even distorting the air.
