Everything around the bar was in chaos. After watching Carter dispatch the Baron with such ease, the patrons ran from the place, leaving it empty.
Upon noticing Aaron's ire at his father's beheading. Dahlia acted swiftly to prevent him from following them. She grabbed hold of an oil lamp suspended from its hook. The metal ring was cool against her palm.
With much force, she hurled the lantern. It propelled across the room towards Aaron; the glass shattering at his feet upon impact.
In an instant, a blinding burst of light engulfed the space, accompanied by the sharp whoosh of the fuel inside exploding into flames.
The pungent smell of burning oil filled the atmosphere as the liquid splashed onto the lower edges of Allison's dirty cloak. The flames quickly took hold of the clothing, emitting a crackling sound as they consumed the fabric.
