The fire was spreading, Aldren knew. It had already claimed hundreds. Soon it would engulf the entire city. From there it would spread even more quickly.
He wandered the streets of the city, watching its progress. Others would have seen no fire, but in his wizard's eyes it blazed brightly. The Cleansing Fire had come to Fannen City.
Burn, burn on! he exhorted it in his mind. It had been a long and a hard quest to bring and start the fire here. Many good men, mages and others, had died.
But now it blazed in the very heart of the Dark Ones' dominions. And he saw their power was no match for it.
All around him were men and women who, all their lives, had walked with darkened minds and deadened hearts. Thoughtless, hopeless, with no chance of knowing freedom unless, by the strongest of spells, they had been rescued by one already free, and brought beyond the scope of the cloud of evil. But without great protection, the rescuers themselves would fall under its influence. Its strength seemed irresistible.
But as they caught the Cleansing Fire, they were freed.
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