Dozens of flaming hands completely covered Zayne's body, all that remained visible were his eyes, shaking with fear and hopelessness. For the first time ever, he found himself in a situation in which he could do nothing but wait and watch as the flames consumed him.
Even in the worst fights, he always had some option, some way to win or escape, to use some skill or object, but now, if he had the power of the gods, it would all be useless.
Zayne lost consciousness, then flaming hands dragged him into a portal that opened beneath him like a road to the abyss or hell. Then, the flames were gone, no trace of him or the fiery hands.
A crackle.
After a moment, the door to the room opened as Solomon, Rea, and Erel stepped inside.
"Zayne! Someone wants to talk to you!" Solomon pronounced in a serious voice, then his eyes went wide.
"What...? Where's Zayne? Did he leave already?" Rea was puzzled as she looked at her father.