With Danyla continuously chanting spells to assist them, the weirwood kept supplying energy to Dreamfyre and the other Great Dragons, making their dragonfire seem inexhaustible. In less than an hour, over ten thousand people had died horribly in their flames.
Burning corpses carpeted the entire area around the Weirwood Garden. Where the crowds had been thickest, the bodies were piled more than two meters high. Even if the rioters had no fear of death, simply climbing over these mountains of corpses now took considerable effort.
Worse still, the burning bodies gave off thick clouds of acrid smoke that obscured the rioters' vision. They could only follow the people ahead of them by instinct.
By the time they had overcome obstacle after obstacle and reached the Great Dragons, their clothes had often already caught fire from the intense heat around them.
The searing agony of the flames snapped many of them out of the hallucinogenic smoke's influence.
The corpses covering the ground, the burning rioters scurrying about like headless flies, the smoke billowing everywhere, and the Great Dragons' ever-present flames finally began to restore reason to the frenzied mob.
Only then did they realize that not only were their clothes burning, but both their feet were already half cooked.
The stone paving beneath them had long since become scorching hot under the dragonfire. In some places, it had even begun to turn into a half-molten mass.
The dead rioters' iron weapons had already melted into streams of molten metal. In such surroundings, even those lucky enough to escape the dragonfire were like ants tossed onto a hot pan, with nowhere left to flee.
Moreover, the streets, which had never been particularly wide, were now packed with people. Even those who came to their senses could not turn back. The crowd behind