The marketplace lay in ruins. The stalls were now smouldering skeletons, their wares scattered across the ground like the aftermath of a terrible storm.
Fire licked at the wooden structures, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the devastation. Charred bodies and mangled carts strewn about the place. His leather boots squelched in the pools of water and blood that stained the cobblestones.
He shoved aside an injured merchant who had collapsed, barely glancing at him as he continued on his path. The man let out a pained groan, but Kellan's single-minded pursuit drove him forward.
His mind raced, fueled by a mixture of anger and anticipation. The explosion that had just occurred was no random accident—it bore the signature of the dragon he had been hunting relentlessly.
