Everything was burning. The buildings, the plants, the people. Nothing was spared from the fire’s wrath. Stone structures, once standing proudly above the city, now toppled and charred in a way no stone should ever be. The flames were relentless. Nothing stopped them. No water nor extinguishers would work on the divine fire.

No one knew what had made him snap.

Firebrand used to be fond of mortals, seeing them in a way one would see a pet as endearing. And yet, he had showed no remorse in setting the city ablaze.

In the wreckage, you were buried. Burning, trapped beneath a fallen pillar of a once brilliant building. Your lungs were filled with smoke. Your face covered in char and soot. You could hear the screams of the less fortunate, and the weeps of the ones who escaped. But no one dared to approach the block you were now dying in. It was where the fire had started, where Firebrand had snapped.

The deity now stood amidst the destruction, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t too far from you. He had probably assumed the people within several hundred studs of him were already burnt to a crisp. And yet you were still alive.