My body felt cold despite the raging pillar of flames around me. The chill sank bone-deep, wrong and invasive. I wasn't sure what was going on — everything was blurry, unfocused. The ringing bell, the scream of people as white flames consumed them and made them run around, some smacking into each other in blind panic, their clothes igniting like kindling.
My senses were muffled against the sound of screams. I could hear them, but they were distant, underwater. Suffocated.
I could also see knights running toward me, donning pale silver armor with blue cloaks flowing behind them like banners. Before they could reach me though, they were consumed by the vicious hot flames. Their painful screams made it to my ears as if being suffocated beneath a pillow — muted, distorted, wrong.
My heart felt heavy.
Felt cold.
This rage... it seemed to have consumed me to the point of nothingness. Like burning so hot I'd gone cold. Like all the fury had scorched through me and left only ash.
