"It would be a miracle if anyone from the village survived that monster," Cassian muttered as he stepped into the blazing ruins.
"Let's hope for one," Lumine said, slightly breathless, feeling the heat prickle against her skin as the flames raged around them.
The village was eerily silent, aside from their own footsteps echoing through the scorched ground. The only other sounds were the crackling of burning wood, the occasional pop of embers, and the distant crashes of collapsing buildings, carried by the waves of searing hot air.
But in all this chaos, there was no hope—no miracle. That much became clear to Cassian and Lumine after nearly an hour of searching, making countless rounds through the burning village.
