The dying city that had resembled hell was now in its final death throes, having truly become one. Fire was everywhere, greedily devouring the collapsing buildings. Thick smoke enveloped everything around, plunging the burning streets into an acrid darkness.
Most of the city had been built from stone, but the blaze consuming it was not of mundane nature. The liquid fire Morgan had developed with the help of the local sorcerers burned hot enough to melt stone, and it fed on it too. The flames swallowed one building after another, turning the corpses of those who had fallen to the plague into ash.
The flames were devouring the living, as well.
Everywhere in the burning city, the soldiers of the Steel Horde were screaming in harrowing agony, thrashing as their flesh was melting off their bones. Neither steel armor nor Awakened powers could protect them, and their tortured, terrified voices fused into a hellish litany.
But not all of them were burning… yet.
