The screams were deafening. Despite the stoic resolve of the Wardens, Praedyth watched – paralyzed by his own horror – as his town burned. The stalwart nature of both he and his kinsmen was shattered, replaced by terror and inaction. Swirling fires engulfed all that there was to see. The cinders danced melodically, almost shuddering by themselves as the shrieks of those trapped inside the buildings pierced the low rumble of embers. The buildings which, to Praedyth’s utter despair, would soon become their tombs.