The village was ablaze, fire consuming the thatched roofs and wooden walls of homes, turning them into collapsing infernos. Smoke billowed into the evening sky, thick and dark, choking the air with the scent of burning wood, grain, and flesh. The once peaceful fields that surrounded the settlement were either brutally emptied of their harvest or set aflame, their crops now reduced to smoldering embers.
Villagers ran in all directions, screaming in terror. Mothers clutched their children as they stumbled toward the woods, old men fell to their knees pleading for mercy, and young men either joined on the running or fearlessly and yet vainly tried to defend their possessions with what they had, which always quickly ended in their death.
