A storm of fire rippled from Maya's feet, spreading across the town square.
The old man was the first to burn alive, screaming in agony as he turned to ash.
Then, countless more screamed in pain. The people that were on fire ran, trying to cling to others for help.
"Help me! AGH-"
"Get off me! No!"
But there was no helping them. In the end, the unlucky fellows were dragged down to hell with them.
The square was in chaos. People desperately fled for their lives. However, the storm of fire was far faster than the people could run.
Nobody that stood within the town square survived.
The scent of burnt flesh filled the air.
Through it all, Maya's expression did not change. Her eyes lethargically blinked.
She simply stared at the sky as if she was trying to catch up on sleep.
Blood pooled at Maya's feet.
It was her own. Her victims would be unable to bleed as the fire burnt it away.
Maya closed her eyes, basking in the carnage.
