- Let's take him to the priest!
- Yes, to the stake! - you, of course, inflicted the wounds on yourself to provide an alibi when you publicly commit murder:D But the lynching was interrupted by a huge fireball that crashed into one of the houses. The blast wave threw you back, and unfortunately, you fell right on your injured arm. A hero must have cast that powerful spell. It's not a siege anymore; it's a massacre! Demons have already infiltrated the walls and are cutting down everyone indiscriminately with their staffs. Women's cries, death screams, the sound of collapsing houses... The church bells were ringing – a fire alarm. Perhaps the priest is still alive.

Wow, things have taken a turn... Actually, things escalated so quickly that I didn't really have time to think or even feel – to be scared or worried. Everything just happened on its own, as it usually does for me in critical situations.
After waiting for a peasant, pursued by a couple of imps, to run past me, I got up and immediately, without looking back, swung my sword randomly behind me – a useful trick if something unknown, but definitely something bad, is behind you. There was a simultaneous human scream and a demonic howl – it seems I killed both our people and the enemy with my long sword...
After hitting someone else standing in my way with my staff, I ran towards the church. Fortunately, the demons were too busy with the peasants, and the peasants were too busy with the demons, so I only suffered a little from the blast wave of an exploding fire demon nearby, scared away a couple of hellhounds, and, I think, finally killed one little devil, clearing my path. Once, a real devil stood in front of me – huge and terrifying, with a strange but clearly very deadly weapon in his hand. Before I could even get scared, I hit him with a lightning bolt I had prepared and ran away as fast as I could while he was recovering.
However, I thought on my way to the church, what's going on here! Nothing like this has happened to me in any of the other cities...
It seems, I thought, that the demons had planned this attack for a long time – it's happening too quickly and successfully, and no one noticed them. The censer was probably stolen in connection with this attack – it's clearly dangerous to the demons in some way. Well, that gives me even more reason to find it... And, therefore, someone in the city was helping the demons – since the censer is so dangerous to them that they couldn't attack until it was here, they definitely couldn't have stolen it themselves.
Thinking this and constantly looking around, being ready to repel any attack, I approached the church. Unfortunately, I was out of energy for spells today, and the strength to cast spells was already starting to leave me. I turned the corner and saw the church...