Shie dropped the over clothes again, watching him run off. A fire? The whole village? Her blood ran cold as she thought of the meaning. The demons would have had to have gotten smarter in order to start a fire and deposit bodies in them. Any why would they want them charred? They didn't need cooked food.<br/><br/>Unless...<br/><br/>She raced forward, nearing the village that billowed black smoke into the air. Flecks of the charred remains began to rain down like ebony snow. Ignoring that fact, she ducked into a building, searching for any sign of Lièrén. Calling his name once, then twice, she broke through doors that were half off their hinges and rushed around forgotten loaves of bread and tools.<br/><br/>The hiss, loud over the steady crackle of the fire, brought her gaze to the butcher's. Gasping at the sight of a man in the doorway, she folded her hands over her beads. "Gods, grant me strength..."<br/><br/>From her clasped hands, a ray of light brighter than any flame shot out, trailing over the man's shoulder to aim for the demon.