"Hell... Hell has descended!" "Great Lord, please save your believers..."
After the apocalyptic scene descended, the entire sea port town instantly plunged into chaos. The makeshift militia that had been organized were completely incapable of maintaining order, and figures could be seen running frantically in the streets and alleys.
The raging inferno that started at the docks only grew with the wind, threatening to envelop the entire town.
"Move the flammable objects away and create a sufficiently clear area! Where is the fire brigade? Everyone, get moving!" the acting captain of the guard, Tiris, shouted hoarsely, attempting to implement the isolation technique passed on by Lord Adrian to block the spreading flames.
Regrettably, the morale of the entire guard had almost collapsed; many dropped their weapons and ran crazily toward the outskirts of the town, completely ignoring his commands.
Seeing the surging flames drawing ever closer, Tiris felt utterly desperate.
