Cruelty of the Skyhall

Michael clung to the ceiling, his gaze fixed on the bald and eerie man as he scanned the hall. With a sudden movement, the man's eyes flicked upward, but to his dismay, he found nothing but empty space above. Michael, swift as a spider, had deftly evaded his gaze.

Meanwhile, the soldiers returned to the hall, carrying a lifeless body with them. The rest of the soldiers remained busy, attempting to cast spells and activate safety runes in an effort to extinguish the fire. However, their efforts proved futile against the flammable liquid that Michael had drenched the bodies with. The flames continued to dance and rage, defying all attempts to be subdued.

The soldiers carefully laid the charred body on the ground, its once vibrant form now reduced to a blackened husk. Smoke curled upwards from the smoldering remains, filling the air with an acrid scent that hung heavy in the hall. Ashes fell gently, cascading down like black snowflakes, remnants of what once was.