The dozen or so people branded as heretics, old and young alike, seemed to come from three families. A woman in ragged clothes, her head having been pelted with rotten eggs, clutched her two children aged five or six tightly in her arms. A group of people dressed in silver armor roughly dragged them apart and tied them to the stakes.
The area beneath the stakes was stuffed with dry weeds, and gasoline was poured directly over the heretics.
The ground around them was blackened in patches, evidence of the numerous heretics the Divine Sect had burned recently.
The faithful held their hands high, shouting with excitement.
"Ignite."
Flames whooshed upwards, spreading even more fiercely due to the gasoline.
The weeds crackled, but louder still were the children's screams. The flames climbed up the stakes, and the heat twisted the air.
"Magic, sand wave!"
Whoosh whoosh—
