Night had come.
Aether sighed, throwing the last canister away while wiping the sweat off his face. He had finished pouring all the gasoline; it wasn't enough to get to all the houses, the village was too big for that, but it was definitely going to make a fire big enough to get to them. It had enough stuff to burn.
He had also moved Maeve far away; she had been confused since he hadn't told her about his plan. He didn't have a reason for not telling her; he just didn't. If she asked, she would have, but she hadn't.
The only thing remaining was for him to light it. But... with what? Well... as funny as it was, they used... lanterns to light things up. It was better than torches, since at least they were kept in a small box and couldn't really burn anything.
That is, if someone didn't intentionally use them to light a fire.
