He swallowed. "The lava flowed toward their walls. The people there… they stopped moving. It was like the whole city froze, waiting for the end. Even their king. He didn't run. He stood with them. He was a good man. I could see it in the way he faced it."
Seroi's tone softened. "And then… in the middle of all that fear, a little girl spoke. She was holding her grandmother's hand. She asked if their god would save them. The grandmother didn't answer. But the girl… she started to pray. Not to any human mage, not to soldiers, but to the god they believed in the Phoenix, the god of sky and origin. I didn't knew how I was able to listen her voice. We were located far away than them. But somehow in my ears her voice echoed. It's like magic or what. I don't know till now. But it was something that we can't imagine."
Ren shifted slightly, his eyes fixed on Seroi. Elara leaned forward, listening.
