Chapter 95
On the bed in the second-floor room of Hurd's house, Yoren lay still, his legs wrapped in freshly changed gauze. He had been confined to the bed for two days now.
If you're wondering how he ended up in such a mess again, you'd have to go back to the night two days earlier.
It was Yoren and Ifrit who set fire to the chemical plant. They had snuck in under the cover of darkness, their intent unmistakably criminal.
Even though Yoren had warned her to hold back, Ifrit couldn't help but laugh maniacally. Flames danced from her fingers, weaving through the air like a dragon made of fire, devouring everything in its path.
She didn't even tap into the power of the Balrog—these were just ordinary flame-based Originium Arts. Even so, Yoren could only stare in awe as the facility was engulfed in a storm of fire almost instantly.
He thought to himself: this girl isn't just a weapon against people or cities. She's a weapon against wealth.
Soon, the inferno drew attention.
"Fire!"
"Get the fire brigade!"
"This was no accident—someone started this!"
Yoren scanned the chaos. Ifrit was powerful, but the factory was huge and her movement was sluggish. At this rate, they'd be caught.