Azrael winced as the flames crept closer, their searing heat licking at his toes, scorching his flesh.
"Fuck, it's coming right at me!"
With mounting dread, Azrael watched as the flying fire drew nearer, hurtling towards him with alarming speed. Panic surged through him as he realized the imminent danger.
"Fuck!"
The fire arrow struck the pole where Azrael was tied, hitting the rope that bound his hands above his head with a sharp crack. Startled, Azrael looked up to see the source of the unexpected rescue, realizing it wasn't just any fire—it was a flaming arrow.
Amidst the chaos, the startled cries of the mob filled the air, their confusion adding to the urgency of the moment. Then, another arrow flew true, slicing through the rope binding Azrael's legs just as his hands came free.