Billowing from the rooftops, the scarlet flame draws near. Its heat warms all, and all is encompassed by its ever growing flame.
It flickers gently, embers flying in the wind. The flame will soon encompass the world in rot, should one not stop the Ancient Ones that bellow it.
~~~
Marris tosses the paper into the fire, the paper sizzles as it quickly blackens to dust.
He turns to Imogen, sweat staining his brow.
"Oh, there you are Imogen, what a... most pleasant surprise."
"Just wait here and I'll prepare some tea for-."
"What was that paper about Marris?" Imogen questions, eyeing Marris suspiciously.
"Ah! Nothing at all my good friend! It was merely a shipment of goods I ordered."
"And this?" Says Imogen while drawing her blade. "Is just a paper-cutter."
"Imogen! You saved my life! Why would I ever lie to you!?"
