We gathered our guards and set out for the village, our hearts heavy with worry. The journey was tense, the sense of urgency palpable. As we neared the village, we could see the smoke rising in the distance, a stark reminder of the destruction. The air grew thicker with each passing moment, the acrid scent of burning wood and thatch stinging our nostrils.
When we arrived, the scene was even more harrowing than we had imagined. The village was still ablaze, flames licking at the remnants of cottages, barns, and workshops. The once vibrant community was now a chaotic inferno.
Villagers were running frantically, trying to save their homes and loved ones. Screams and cries for help filled the air, blending with the roar of the flames and the crackling of burning timber.
