As the moss-covered stone tiles began to blaze from the explosions Meredith had set off with her revolvers, she swiveled to face us, her expression steely. "I took care of them," she declared, her voice a study in calm amidst the chaos. Yet, as the flames licked hungrily at the ancient plaza, consuming everything in their path, it was evident that one problem had been replaced by another.
"You might have dealt with the Raglers, but you've ignited another issue!" Kayla exclaimed, racing toward the burgeoning fire. Desperately, she tried to stomp out the flames as they began to climb up the stone facades of the nearby buildings.
