Cyril didn't realize it as he ran like crazy towards the main gate of the palace. From the opposite direction, many soldiers and knights were trying to escape.
His lungs burned. He tried hard to breathe as he ran. He could feel the heat all over his body. He could also see the smoke rising. The trees, which had been beautiful just moments before the explosion, were half burned. He wondered what could be done to stop the destruction. If there was a Sir Guren, the wizard would have laughed at Cyril telling him to cast a spell.
The explosion was huge. It was 100 feet in diameter, and from the source of the explosion walked a man Cyril didn't recognize.
"Wow! You welcome me with such fanfare. I'm very happy. Have you gathered all the descendants of my friends in one place? Tell me where. I'll kill them all, and we can enjoy the rest by fighting!"
"Damn devil!"
