Gazing at the blazing red flames that lit up half the sky above the town, a thought suddenly struck Anvis.
He had a feeling that the person he was looking for was right there at the fire scene.
Thus, he changed direction and headed towards the fire.
.….….
Awakened by the somewhat dazzling flickering flames on their eyelids, the town's wooden watchtower guards at the gate were suddenly roused from their sleep.
Staring blankly at the direction of the fire and blinking twice, they finally realized what was happening and immediately started ringing the alarm bell frantically.
"Dang——Dang——Dang——"
"Fire! Quick, put out the fire!"
The townspeople woke from their sleep, and upon seeing the towering flames that pierced the night, they hurriedly started searching for objects to fetch water from the town well to extinguish the fire.
The cold winter night was the time when the God of the North Wind, Karaste, reigned.
