Story 489: Inferno’s Grasp

The kitchen had turned into a war zone of flame and destruction. The team, though victorious over the molten creature, now faced the very real threat of being trapped in the blaze. Smoke billowed out, choking the air and obscuring visibility.

"Move! We don’t have much time before the ceiling caves in!" Rook barked, his voice steady despite the urgency.

The team fanned out, navigating through the inferno with precision. The fire wasn’t just spreading—it seemed alive, feeding on unseen accelerants. Flames danced unnaturally, licking at their heels and sealing off escape routes as though the house itself were conspiring against them.

Shadow stopped abruptly at the far wall, noticing a faint draft coming from behind a shelf. “There’s a hidden passage here!” she yelled, coughing as the smoke thickened.