Fire.
A fire that raged to the horizon.
The monsoon cheered it on, turning the blaze into a line that swept towards the east, spreading beyond the field of vision in the blink of an eye.
The wild beasts trapped within the firescape frantically scattered in all directions, while ground squirrels, driven by instinct, burrowed deeper into the ground.
Billowing smoke surged straight into the sky. The haze, carried by the westerly wind, traveled dozens of kilometers to Iron Peak County.
Lieutenant Andreya Chelini spat out the black ash from her mouth, her expression blank as she rode her horse across scorched earth ravaged by the fierce fire.
The air was scorching, the remaining smoke choking; the horses were nervously snorting due to their restlessness, just like Andre's subordinates who were also coughing incessantly.
Arson didn't require too many people; Andre divided his subordinates into five teams, each headed to different parts of the desolate areas.