Yes, it was the right word to describe the situation around the young man: "war."
He wore clothes that, to any onlooker, would seem like the robes of a magician.And he was not alone.Around him, dozens of others wore the same robes, all raising their hands and unleashing bursts of flame into the distance — as if attacking something unseen.
In the center of the group stood the young man, motionless, looking around with confusion clouding his eyes.Then, one of the other robed figures ran toward him and spoke:
"O your Highness, why do you hesitate? Why don't you help us attack?"
The young man blinked in confusion and replied:
"Your Highness? Attack? What are you talking about?"
The robed figure looked even more desperate.
"My king, why are you acting as if you've forgotten? We are at war! Your enemy stands before us — please, lend us your strength!"
Still bewildered, the young man turned to look at the battlefield ahead —and what he saw made the blood drain from his face.
His whole body trembled as he whispered, his lips barely able to form the word:
"D-Dragon...?"