Aiwass gazed in silence at the Second Sun hanging in the deep crimson sky.
He wasn't burned by it because of his powerful resistance.
At this moment, flames had already begun to ignite on the streets—the cotton and linen on the ground were ablaze, the satin clothes of some affluent free people started to char and smoke; the water in the canals trembled slightly, shaking as if in an earthquake; the air began to distort and blur, like the heated wind above a grill.
People cried out and screamed, running away in escalating panic.
Their skin was scalded by the heat, blistering... It's worth noting that the Parthians were already more heat-resistant than those in other places, yet even they couldn't withstand this level of heat.
There, suspended in the sky, was a fireball as huge as The Sun.
It was a scene akin to the apocalypse descending.
If one had to describe it, one could only compare it to "divine wrath."
