Flames licked the stone buildings feverishly, smoke billowing into the skies. Yelling erupted all over the decimated village, Lazarus’ horse moving quickly through the buildings, his men tailing close behind. He showed no mercy on the betraying kingdom. A yell came from a half-crumbling building, catching his attention. His face falling. There was an immediate tug of familiarity, and he didn’t hesitate, abandoning his lead and moving to grab you from the soon-enveloping flames.