Zeruel's POV
It had been three days since the incident, and I found myself standing amidst the ruins of the sanatorium, or what remained of it—a charred, blackened structure stood as the only testament to the devastation that had occurred. The fire had claimed many victims, leaving behind a trail of death and destruction. Yet, the truth behind the fire remained shrouded in mystery, with no one able to ascertain its origins.
I knew exactly what had transpired, but the fear of repercussions against my family kept me silent. I refused to speak or cooperate with the investigation, fearing the consequences.
As I wandered through the park surrounding the sanatorium, I spotted Doctor Natasha attending to the survivors still in need of care. Beneath a large canopy, the injured and sick were gathered, their beds arranged in rows, each filled with people in various states of recovery.
