Siberia was on fire.
Although it defied logic, even though one doubted how flames could engulf the mountains at several degrees below zero, what lay before Kudarana was such a bizarre reality.
Part of the world was still ice and snow, part had already turned into a mountain of flames; everywhere there were roars of beasts and screams of agony, explosions and crackling electricity incessantly resounding with loud noises.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Right before Kudarana's eyes, a professional covered in flames ran out. The golden flames simply couldn't be extinguished, even though he rolled in the snow. In just over ten seconds, he turned into ash.
Above the charred corpse, light golden powder fluttered in the wind, looking surprisingly sacred.
At this moment, as an observer, Kudarana only felt her scalp tingle; her sensitive ears relayed nothing but screams of agony and death, as if legions from hell and heaven were clashing here...
