As the noxious flamethrower was halted, I saw the giant shadow of Sylrin behind the soldiers!
I was ecstatic with relief and would've rushed out towards him, but I was too shocked with what was happening below me.
The flames were so hot the soldiers lit up in flames instantly and they had no choice but to thrash around on the floor to diffuse their sticky burns – not that it helped.
The air was filled with screams of anguish but I did not withdraw my shadows, leaving them to struggle on blindly.
How dare they shoot arrows at him? Sylrin was alive, but hurt, so my anger refused to subside.
I remained indifferent and only felt they got what they deserved. But the foul stench of burnt flesh made me come to my senses.
I shook my head and slithered down towards the field of fire enveloped by my shadow shroud, to check if any survived.