My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 38 : Reprieve

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

With my fire bolts, we sealed off the small tunnels through which the ants could enter. With Patrick's holy barrier, we created a temporary shield around us to prevent any surprises. To add to our defenses, Kyle released his sand into the air, filling the room with a captivating shimmer of golden dust. After completing these preparations, we could finally take some well-deserved rest.

After Regina meticulously arranged the pieces of firewood, she turned to me and asked,

"Conrad... If you will".

I responded with a confident gesture, conjuring a small flickering flame on my finger. Carefully concealing it with my hand to protect it from extinguishing, I gingerly placed it onto the arranged firewood. Instantly, smoke began to rise as the flame ignited the wood. Sensing the need for a gentle breeze, I blew softly with my mouth, causing the flame to grow and transform into a sizable, scorching fire - perfect for cooking.

I said,

"Here you go".

Patrick responded