Selma Payne's POV:
With our previous experience, we brought enough fire, fuel, and a folding bow.
The team members threw fuel into the forest and fired burning wooden arrows. Within a few seconds, the circle of plants around us was set ablaze.
Shrill wails resounded through the clouds. The burning trees frantically tried to leave, but they only spread their misfortune to more of their compatriots. More and more plants were burning. This was good news and bad news. The billowing smoke almost turned this place into a chimney for a chemical plant, and we could hardly see anything.
The wool mask made by the werewolf master had good filtering abilities, so we didn't choke to death from the smoke. However, the rising temperature was still a tricky problem. Who would have thought a snowy mountain of -30 degrees could turn people into roast chickens?
