The only thing to be thankful for, was the fact that no one on the battlefield was slow enough to actually be caught by the searing sea of scorching death.
Even with a boiling, unstable footing, the weakest Master around could race out of the range of the disaster with medium difficulty. However, the problem was that Curses were unlikely to give up their pursuit of them.
The gold, as everyone had noticed, would recover even when damaged, which meant travel by ship was impossible as long as the Curses were still alive. At the end of the day, the real threat wouldn't be neutralised by escaping.
The current flood of Scorching Tears could very well be replaced by another one in an unending sky, and as evidenced by the past half a day's worth of voyage, they were no nectar from the heavens.
