The sky, unbeknownst to anyone, had been dyed orange-red, with dry flames swept by the scorching wind, licking the mountainsides on both sides.
Thick smoke danced on the weeds and brambles, licking the sparse trees on the mountainsides.
Rabbits and field mice hidden within the mountains frantically darted out from their burrows, fleeing in all directions in panic, skillfully dodging horse hooves and scattering among the cliffs.
The crackling sound of burning came with the wind, like a Giant Dragon gnashing its teeth.
The scorching heat waves hit the knights' faces, like the heavenly fire descending on judgment day.
Smoke, fire sea, black ash butterfly rain fell on everyone's shoulders.
"How did the fire burn all the way here?" Tom's voice was choked with emotion, his teeth trembling.
"We've been deceived." Kennard looked at the fire, his expression hard to discern whether heavy or angry.
