The man rushed forward, eyes wildly searching, panting as the soot and ash coated his sweaty face and bear arms, blackening him and his clothes. The heat was oppressive, washing over him in unrelenting waves, staking it's claim on yet another victim. His filth covered skin felt as if it were about to melt. The … Continue reading “Raptus ab igne manu.”
Bearlee Afloat 