When a volcano erupts on a snowy plain, and people are posting about monster drops and loot on their feeds, can you believe this world still has room for loyalty? My name is A Yu, a tough-as-nails guy who clawed his way out of the hills. Now I stand at the top of Hot City, looking back. Beneath my feet lies more than just territory: there's my brothers' blood and tears, and that reckless madness that ignores reason but honors loyalty.
Now, the Hot-Blooded Brotherhood has become a power to be reckoned with. But as I stand above the city and look down, a question rises in my heart:
When power spreads like poison, can brotherhood remain as pure as it was at the start?
