The orange flames burned the collapsed drapery, the scorched parts turned dark red, rapidly cooled, grew stiff and blackened, eventually turned into white ash in the wind and airflow, scattered throughout the night sky.
Fwoosh—
A Six-winged Flying Cockroach darted across the field of vision, tearing through the swirling currents, rushing towards the constantly moving figure within the firelight, the originally cotton-like white ashes shattered into finer particles and scattered.
In the center of the land, the area was relatively dark within the flames, gathered with numerous Wolf Blood Species, their eyes blood-red, wielding knives and slashing, occasionally a member leaped up, smashing the diving Six-winged Flying Cockroach with an axe, subsequently swarming it with a group of Wolf Blood Species, tearing and smashing it apart.
