Staring down at the fresh mound of dirt covering his fathers remains, Vash says a few words in prayer and then stands up trying his best to appear stoic. He wasn't sure what was worse, the pain of losing his father or the pain of feeling that he had betrayed him by not being there to help. Deep down he understood that if he had been in town when the Dragon attacked he would have only been another victim of it's fury. Still, he allowed himself to take some of the blame if only to fuel his desire to exact revenge on the creature.

Saying goodbye to his father a final time, Vash made his way back into the town's remains to see if anyone else had been lucky enough to survive the attack. What was once a peaceful town mere hours ago had turned into a fiery graveyard. Charred bodies were scattered in the streets and in the wreckage of what were once homes. He began to think he might have been the only one to survive until he heard what he thought were human voices around the corner.

Vash upped his pace and came around the corner to find young man and woman standing near the wreckage of what was once someone's home. The man looked like Vereth, someone who had visited his father's blacksmithing shop a few times in the past. He had spoken to him once or twice though he didn't know him all that well. Still, it was a relief to find someone alive. Walking up to the survivors he called out...

"Thank god I was not the only survivor."