"Shivani, we better prepare. The firestorm might come at night or in the afternoon."
The firestorm has been going on for ten years. Initially, it was occurring yearly, but the frequency shortened to once or twice a month.
At the reminder, the face of the champion came to Shivani's mind, and the island suddenly rumbled. The priestess and the nymphs were too familiar with the phenomenon, and their faces paled, especially Shillo.
"The Champion is in danger. Sister Shivani, we better save her!" Shillo anxiously said.
Shivani instantly ran outside. Shillo followed, as well as some of the nymphs, to the edge of the ridge and saw the restless sea, a sign of the coming disaster.
And every time it happens, a part of the island is submerged.
Not long after three seconds, they saw the sea shoot a pillar of fire into the sky. Followed by another and another in the distance...
The scenery in front of them looks like the end of the world.
