Const Orphanage 43

The fire roared madly, and the scorching airwaves were like a hungry wolf, greedily devouring everything combustible. Pillars crumbled to the ground as the flames licked at them, flying stones crushed and splattered in the air, and the air became a blur as the waves of heat twisted it.

Elvira stood in the doorway of the main building, and through the roaring flames, he seemed to see many souls inside waving at him before turning and walking into the fire.

Suddenly, Elvira heard the heartbreaking cries from inside again. His heart tightened; he removed his clothes to wet them and rushed into the fire without hesitation. The smoke was thick, the flames were raging, and everywhere was an apocalyptic scene. Elvira crouched low, pressed himself against the wall, and cautiously moved forward.