The rage of battle was simmering. The rebel and the Royal Guard were reaching the predicted climax. Dasha had set the stage perfectly. So far, the players were performing their parts to perfection.
Underneath his feet, the fire roared down through the stairwells, a ravenous beast devouring everything in its path. Wooden beams cracked and splintered, collapsing with a deafening crash. The building coming down, so too did Dasha. Bit by bit, the building collapsing and lowered and lowered.
A young girl tried to pull her younger brother towards the exit, but a wall of flames blocked their path. She screamed for help. The adults around her were too engrossed in their own battles to notice. Her brother's cries echoed through the smoke-filled air as she tried in vain to find another way out.
Dasha glanced over his shoulder at the smoke and the screams. His Qi Sense was semi-effective in the smoke. Certainly not omniscient yet fully aware of the hell he unleashed.
