Forth Star

Beowulf did not believe it when he first heard the news. The Kavarain Plain was on fire. It came from a young couple. Adventures trying to flee the storm. Azure flames so thick it licked the skies and devoured the Arcana. It seemed almost comical to believe that such a barren world could produce a fire no man could defend against. 

Arcanists roamed the world, hidden masters and Lords that had pledged an Oath. Yet, as he stood there beside the outskirts of the Kavarain Plain, he saw a world on fire. Airships from Trinity, the King's Guard, and the men of Black Isle stood hopeless in their battle. They were all present, throwing what they could at the Azure Flames. Yet nothing worked. The Flames only seemed to grow stronger, devouring all it could. 

"Baelfire!" Aranya whispered. The Flames of Torment. 

Beowulf grimaced, and he could not keep the fear from his voice, "nonsense!"