Flames, four women will march on the path of chaos.

The four women, with their swords in their coats, marched up behind their backs, and they marched on their shoulders and looked at each other in the middle of the night, and the woman in the camp took off her armour, and the other one approached her to prepare her collar, and the third one stood by her neck for a long time, and heard her breathing low inside, holding the handle and not leaving the door of the fourth man at night, and saw him close, but his eyes were not dazzling, and he pulled up on the wrists of one of them, and four of them sat by the fire, and the other one with the opportunity to drink close to her ear, and the other one with the name of the weapon swiped close to his side.