(Author's POV)
"MYRA~ .... MYRA~~ ..." Alaric scowled in despair. Unfiltered desperation creeping into his heart. But the crackling and snapping sound of burning greens and woods replied instead of any human voice. The pungent smell was so intense that he couldn't even make out whether Myra was inside the place or not.
He tried to take a step forward, but the fire was too big and scorching hot to make any move. The ferocious red and gold was spreading fast and wild. It had already engulfed a large chunk of land.
Nevertheless, without a fucking care for his own safety, he jumped into the conflagration, his dark blue orbs reflecting the bright amber flames.
As soon as he stepped in, he felt the raw, searing heat prickling at his skin, but that didn't mean he halted his steps. He braved inside the cottage, which was going up in flames. The moment he set foot inside the discarded lodging, the scene he saw was much more horrific and scarier than what was outside.
