The city's relief was fleeting. The silver-black flames spread over the shields, making them spasm in a bluish color.
The shield continuously endured the intensifying waves of flame. Each time the flames touched the shields, it glowed with a bluish light.
When that happened, people began panicking again. Their eyes filled with terror and sadness. Many of them began to pray for the only god they knew… Their leader…
They all knew she wasn't some omnipotent being, but it wasn't the time for rational thinking. It was the time for hope, since they could do nothing else.
Their end arrived, and they could only watch. The Angelic Order's churches filled to the brim. Even people who never gave a crap about the religion attended the prayer led by the Sisters and Brothers.
Some sought shelter; many returned home to their family. They tried to ignore the cataclysm outside, and just spend possibly the last minutes of their lives with their loved ones.
