The Erwin Great Cathedral was nearly razed to the ground in the fire, leaving only a lone bell tower standing stubbornly at the southern end of the ruins.
On the night of the fire, the lead sheets covering the cathedral roof melted and flowed onto the streets. The Reformation Church had not yet managed to recover the lead, so at first glance, the cobblestone pavement around the cathedral seemed to be coated with a dull layer of silver.
Strolling through the cathedral's ruins, Selvit said regretfully, "What a magnificent cathedral, and yet it couldn't withstand the fire tornado."
"I must disagree." Winters rubbed his nose. "The fire tornado is merely a tornado. The Erwin Great Cathedral is a stone building—there's no way a tornado could topple it. It's clear that the restoration scaffolding inside and outside the cathedral burned down, leaving the roof unsupported and causing it to collapse."
Selvit asked, "You were present at the time?"
