The war is on...

Raol's eyes flickered as he saw the devilish man fading away in the dark fumes, amidst the flickering fire, all around. Anger was engulfing his mind and his breathing became rapid as he saw the shining flares of fire. He then suddenly saw the antique book, he had written amidst the fire, turning slowly into ashes. He was now trying to caught hold of the book in his dreams, but the hot flames were quickly, turning it into grey ash. Slowly there was no trace of the book, and it turned entirely into ashes. 

Raol's breathing grew more rapid while he was sleeping and he was constantly shifting sides, feeling extremely agitated and helpless. His body was covered entirely in sweat, feeling the heat errupting from the flames, as if he himself was on fire now.