Not an army, but a river... a fiery, boundless river, marching from the south. Far on the horizon, one could see that the neighboring villages were also ablaze. No, this wasn't an attack... it was a true invasion!
Maybe I've ended up in hell? – that was my first thought. I don't know, I replied to myself, but if so, I need to try to get out of here!
So, three possibilities opened up before me: try to escape while the fiery river doesn't surround the entire city; try to help the surviving people; die at the hands of demons. Whatever you say, the last option seemed the most likely... But I chose the second.
I began to search for the surviving parts of the city where people were probably still resisting the invasion. I need to try to get to them and somehow help them escape from Belsturn. If there are no such places, I just need to get out of here and run to the nearest more or less large city to warn everyone about the danger.
Still looking at the city, I felt someone's gaze on my back. I jumped sharply, turning in mid-air to face the unknown creature and holding my sword forward. Before me...
