Arson Squad

Wizards clad in black robes and wooden masks emerged from the forest one by one, raising their wands at the tents not far away.

Low incantations rang out as clusters of flame burst from the wand tips, setting the tents closest to the edge of the campsite ablaze.

The flames quickly surged upward, their searing red glow spreading across the sky as though the night itself were burning along with the tents.

The flames that suddenly appeared at the edge of the campsite ignited not only the tents, but the hearts of the people as well;

Some wizards who had lost money on bets saw the masked figures take the lead in setting tents on fire, and simply unleashed the resentment bottled up inside them by joining the arsonists;

Some wizards, muddled by drink, were barely conscious and mistook it for another celebration. They grabbed whatever robes they could find, threw them on, and blended into the crowd;

Some spectators disappointed by the match result seized the chance to vent their resentment, turning their dissatisfaction into destruction of the campsite and following the tide into the arsonist mob...

The ranks of the arsonists swelled rapidly. They let out crazed laughter, their faces twisting into savage masks;

They swung their wands again and again, unleashing clusters of flames. More and more fires converged, setting even more surrounding tents ablaze.

The fire spread faster than anyone had imagined. Many wizards were still asleep, and in their haze, they only heard the commotion outside—someone seemed to be telling them to run;

But before they could fully wake up, the heat waves stirred up by the flames invaded their tents, ruthlessly jolting them awake;

Caught completely off guard, they practically rolled out of bed. Without even bothering to put on shoes, they frantically searched