The smoke curling along the central hall smelled of superheated drywall, scorched electrical insulation, and vaporized foam.
"Clear the debris from the doorway and keep moving in double files," the young fire mage commanded, holding her glowing palms toward the collapsed archway.
"Anyone who can walk needs to assist the injured classmates on the rolling gurneys."
"The southern passage is completely clear of fire hazards," the young scout reported, guiding a group of ten weeping freshmen through the melted portal.
"Our auxiliary vanguard has established a continuous escort line all the way to the library quadrangle."
"Do not let them bottleneck at the corner stairwell," the fire specialist instructed, her eyes sweeping over the hundred rescued students.
"Panic creates stampedes faster than monster roars... keep your pace steady and breathe through the damp cloths!"
