There is a long, charred and smoking runnel of blackened ashes, the carved path of the belching stream of fire from your weapon, and you cough and gasp involuntarily - there is a lot of smoke, a haze of smoke, and drifting cinders that sting your eyes.
You can see a black heap of sticks at the far end, with what appears to be scorched fingers and some ribs - but even as you gaze upon it, the heap slumps and falls into a burst of incinerated flakes. Nothing of the Centaur remains - amidst the merciless roar of the unleashed inferno, you did not even see or hear anything of it screaming and flailing and dying.
Strangely, you see that the Fire Lance has somehow cut a molten path through the Iron Trees - the barbed wire barricade.
>>5695322Their thorns have curled and withered, like blackened leaves before fire.
