~Laurent
The smell of smoke still hung in the air. It clung to the walls, the furniture, the ruined carpet—every surface blackened with soot. Denzel was pacing, muttering under his breath as the embers on the floor hissed faintly. Ivelle sat cross-legged on the only part of the couch that hadn’t been scorched, her head down. She was surprisingly quiet. I felt it was because she felt this was her fault so she didn’t want to anger anyone more by talking any more.
“This is a disaster,” Denzel said, voice tight. “Everything—records, tools, even my spellbooks. All gone.”
I watched him for a moment, then looked away. “At least you’re alive.”
He stopped pacing. “That’s not enough for me.”
Before I could answer, the corner of my vision flickered.
[New Mission Unlocked]
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