Chapter 116

The raging wildfire turned the once-proud Red Temple into a funeral pyre, turning people into living torches — yet those torches burned green.

Perhaps even its creator had not imagined that twenty casks of wildfire could unleash such devastating might.

Drogo thought Benerro was nothing but a fool. Even if the High Priest had not stepped into the plaza’s center and had remained at the front of the Red Temple, he still would not have escaped the flames’ ravenous hunger.