A scorching wave of heat rushed toward him, and Tang Qi felt as if he'd been plunged into molten lava.
The flames hadn't exploded yet, but the flying sparks had already seared his cheeks.
All he could think about was running away, so he barely noticed the stinging heat.
The bright, sunlike [Fireball] centered on the corpse affected by the [Speak with Dead] spell, covering a radius of seven meters.
He was just a bard who sang and played instruments. With events unfolding so suddenly, there was no time to cast a spell.
There was no way he could cover that distance in an instant with nimble steps like a rogue or a sprint champion!
Nor was he tough enough to withstand a full blast from a fireball and survive!
"I'm done for."
With a sigh, he could already picture himself roasted into a "barbecued bard," while a horde of Beastfolk drooled at the sight of the meat.
"BOOM!!!"
The roar was like thunder splitting the earth.
A tangible wave of heat, mixed with red flames and black smoke, surged toward them. The great tower on the turtle's back swayed precariously from the violent shaking.
The center of the market was swallowed by a sea of fire.
A pungent smell of sulfur, along with a faint aroma of roasted meat, wafted from where Tang Qi and the corpse lay----
[Death is a cool, long night.]
Tang Qi dimly remembered that coolness.
The instant a truck had run him over and killed him.
It had felt like lying in a chilly pool, the shallow water reaching halfway up his body.
Back then, he hadn't needed to think about anything.
He only had to quietly enjoy that long rest. All his fear, resentment, and anger would be carried far away by the