For what seemed to be an eternity their agony dragged on, the smell of burnt hair and flesh becoming more prominent as there was no smoke to drown it out. Then, in an instant, the light of the flames died, the temperature of the room cooling right off.
Pulling his fingers from his ears, Galen slowly turned to look over his shoulder to see what remained of the two males. Though silence replaced the screams, the odor continued to linger in the air. There was no smoke; nothing but ash and dust remained of the robes that once covered the charred bodies on the floor.
"Kill... me... Human..."
"THE f**k?!" Galen snapped as he jumped back.
The two wizards were laying in fetal positions, arms fused to their chests. The Private could see now the laboured movements of their chests, their failing
