Thunder rolls in a continuous barrage, echoing off mountain walls.
Lightning blazes across the sky, one jagged flash after another. The
bolts that hit their targets leave charred bodies in their wake. The
attacks that miss turn spruce and fir into torches, spreading fire until
the entire mountain is in flames. Struggling wizards stand out as black
silhouettes against the reds and oranges of the forest fire and the
white of the deep snow. In the valley, villagers cower under beds or
huddle in cellars. The bravest peek out through gaps in closed shutters
and pray for the Fire Warlock to come and save them. Their prayers go
unanswered. There is no Fire Warlock.