The entire city was burning, the horizon above a bleeding red. Smoke rose from every part of the city as it kept being engulfed by tendrils of flame. There was not a place that was safe from the unyielding fires, growing bigger and bigger by the second. Everywhere, water-wielding Templars did their best to douse the flames, but to no avail. They only came back like flowers that refused to wilt.
And on the streets, the people who were the sole cause of the havoc could be seen. There were too many of them to count, their black cloaks fluttering behind them. Plain white masks covered their faces, making none of them indistinguishable.
A bone-chilling dread crawled up my spine along with the realization: The war has begun.
A battle was ensuing between the Templers of the Order and Ines' men. They clashed, and met halfway in a spacious plaza. It didn't take long for the blood-wielders to gain the leverage, for the Templars were unsuspecting of what they would do.
