The firestorm raged like a vengeful god, pouring molten fireballs from a cracked and bleeding sky.
Fire fell like rain, consuming everything in its path.
The world outside the community center burned with relentless fury, the flames licking at the walls like ravenous beasts.
Thanks to Feng Yizhou's deal with Caocao, the barrier shimmered around the building, a fragile promise of safety holding the inferno at bay just beyond its walls.
Inside, the air was thick with smoke and dread, the acrid smell clinging to skin and clothes. The survivors huddled together, their faces drawn and pale, eyes wide with terror and exhaustion.
Every crackle from the burning world outside was a reminder that safety was only a thin veil stretched tight over a pit of hell.
Feng Yizhou stood near a cracked window, his jaw clenched as the firestorm's hellish light flickered across his face.
The distant screams, the crackling roar of flame consuming everything in its path, echoed in his mind.
