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Fire, fire raged everywhere, or its remnants left nothing but ashes in their wake, the church consumed by the flames, the bell tower consumed by the flames, the City-State itself seemed to have been consumed by the flames.
The dry, hot wind howled through the ruins of the now-devastated church square, kicking up whirlwinds of ash. Tiny embers drifted from the heights of the great bell tower, and charred flags drooped and fell in the wind.
A towering figure clad in light armor stepped onto the square, her heavy, broad greatsword dragging along the scorched earth, sparking as it went.
Fanna's hair tips had singed from the staggering heat in the environment, her armor was damaged in several places, and through some of the breaks, one could see wounds still bleeding, the flesh inside wriggling, slowly healing.
