Strax remained silent for a moment, his golden eyes sparkling through the remnants of smoke that still hung in the air. The smell of ash and burnt flesh permeated the square, suffocating, heavy. He then turned to Samira, as if issuing a simple, inevitable order.
"Clean this up."
Samira smiled, pleased with her husband's confidence. Without hesitation, she raised both arms and opened them as if to embrace the world. Scarlet-red energy pulsed around her body, and immediately the flames scattered throughout the streets trembled. It was as if they had heard the voice of a queen, calling them home.
The fire crept from the houses, from the charred wood, from the still-burning fabrics, and began to gather in incandescent spirals, converging toward her. The flames twisted like serpents of pure flame, climbing the walls and moving along the ground, racing through the city streets until they reached Samira.
And she welcomed them as if they were banquets.
