The scent of ash and damp earth lingers heavily in the air.
It is a sharp contrast to the smell of untainted nature. The sun is setting now, casting an amber glow on the trees, houses, and animals of Mistfall. Flames still lick at some tree trunks, creating foreign light not meant for the landscape. Many trees lay on the ground like logs. It is a sad sight.
"I knew it would be bad, but-," Ivy says as we round the corner and see the full extent of the damage. Raging flames are desperately trying to spread, and the villagers are doing everything they can to prevent it from happening. The smoke only makes it harder for us to see anything.
Cough! Cough!
