It looked like morning had come early in Willcolly, as a ball of flame loomed high above the village.
The roosters began to crow in the late hours of the night as if experiencing first light, but their morning cries were cut short as the little sun in the sky released waves of flame that washed them away.
The villagers fled in a panic, but their panic was the cause of their undoing, it made them slow and sluggish, and they often trampled on one another, by this point in the night a good portion of the deaths were caused by trampling instead of Lirian's attacks.
Bosh was currently leading a group of a few hundred to one side of the village, there were two bridge's in total, he'd seen many of the villagers running to the main entrance, so he ran over to the rear entrance of the village.
