➊ [hell came to the ground, the town square in this section of the city awash in a sea of navy blue flames. burning thick and dark amid the buildings and stone streets. walls caved in at some parts, another building gone up to naught but blackened cinders, the stone streets almost molten as melted rocks glow hot white and melt beneath the flames carpeting them. fire rapidly consumes at least five buildings surrounding the square, eating the roofs and threatening to reach for other structures near them, whether from a belched plume of flame from a window or a small eruption as the boiling stones explode or leak towards doorsteps.
the monster had left the entire place a sweltering hellscape, the air thick with smoke and the heat causing everything to waver and quiver from the shimmery temperature. within one of the buildings, now visible thanks to the wall itself slowly oozing downward like a sheet of wax collapsing from the top, the creature responsible for all of this stands pinned in the middle of the room. swathed in white ribbons that stubbornly refuse to dim as they contain the beast within, it remains still, the occasional spurt of dark blue flame bursting from tiny gaps in the ribbon's wrapping. as if they're containing a stove ready to burst apart and release a furnace within.
all it'll take is one slip, one crack, and the conflagration that set this place on fire would once again be released, roaring into the night in an eager rush to bring more of that devastation.]
PART 1.3 ▶ Butterfly Wars
the monster had left the entire place a sweltering hellscape, the air thick with smoke and the heat causing everything to waver and quiver from the shimmery temperature. within one of the buildings, now visible thanks to the wall itself slowly oozing downward like a sheet of wax collapsing from the top, the creature responsible for all of this stands pinned in the middle of the room. swathed in white ribbons that stubbornly refuse to dim as they contain the beast within, it remains still, the occasional spurt of dark blue flame bursting from tiny gaps in the ribbon's wrapping. as if they're containing a stove ready to burst apart and release a furnace within.
all it'll take is one slip, one crack, and the conflagration that set this place on fire would once again be released, roaring into the night in an eager rush to bring more of that devastation.]