In a horrifying instant, the tranquility of the cabin shattered as flames burst forth, devouring everything in their path.
The attackers, their faces contorted with malicious satisfaction, unleashed a collective fire spell that engulfed the cabin in a roaring inferno.
Trapped inside next to the door, Sylvan could only watch helplessly as the flames danced around him, their heat searing his skin and their fury imprisoning him within.
Meanwhile, Eva's focus was entirely consumed by the task of braiding Iclyn's long, dark locks to perfection.
Lost in the rhythmic motion of her fingers weaving through the strands, she remained blissfully unaware of the impending danger lurking just outside their sanctuary.
It wasn't until Sylvan's panicked voice shattered the peaceful atmosphere, his urgent plea for her attention slicing through the air like a knife, that Eva's senses snapped back to reality.
