When they heard the bride’s voice, it was as if Lasair had growled into their souls. They all shook from a trance no one knew they were in. They only stared at the bride standing in front of them, his visage lit by the flames eating the internet tower.
“Shit, the internet tower is on fire!” One screamed, and they all ran to it. Then they looked back and saw how the pump station was still on fire. On the far side, the fences were also on fire! The village was being eaten by flames?
“What are we doing here?” Another mumbled. He then saw Martin on the ground, supporting an old fisherman who lost his balance when Milan yelled at them. “Mr. Clifford?”
Milan took a deep breath. “Three of you, see if you can contain the flames eating the tower. Most of you, prioritize the pump station. We don’t have water to kill the fire if we can’t get it up and running. Mr. Clifford, don’t you have fire suppression contingencies on your tower?”
