A sea of fire.
That was the reality right in front of Fen's eyes.
Standing at the top of the still burning stone gate, the young man watched with mixed feelings how the firestorm of his making consumed more and more of the city. From one side, this city was rather small. Outside of its strategical location, there wasn't all that much to say about it.
But even for this small bit of population, the young man was the very same person like that inquisitor that put a definitive end to the calm and happy part of his life. And as long just a single talented person were to survive…
Hate brews hate. It was a common saying. But despite how brutal that it might appear to the others, Fen didn't really have much choice. After all, the second line of mercenaries that tightly embraced the fields beside the city would ensure no one would survive to left the tale.
