"No..." Layn muttered, watching how the ball of fire rose from the spot where he left his girlfriend at. "No, that doesn't make any sense," he told himself as he rushed towards the scene.
'They know that I would kill them all if a single bead of hair would fall off her head,' he thought, trying to figure out just what could've happened. But as Layn got closer to the place where the massive fire-magic had yet to settle down, he saw that all the logic in this world had no meaning against idiots.
Irea was alive. That was the most important thing. But outside of that, there was hardly anything positive that Layn could tell about her state.
Her hands were burned dark. The skin was scalding off her arms. All the soft hair that Layn loved to play with was gone, leaving only the bare skin. In fact, the top of her head appeared to be in the worst state after her hands, with red bubbles marking it all over.
