>>5884573He dove, rolling through the inferno, the heat blistering his back. The phone, forgotten in the madness, bounced away, its frantic buzzing silenced by the roar of the flames. Panic, raw and primal, clawed at his throat. This wasn't a strategy, this was a desperate scramble for oxygen in a firestorm.
He spotted a fire escape, a rickety bridge to uncertain salvation. He lunged, adrenaline propelling him past outstretched claws of fire. The stairs groaned under his weight, their rusty railings singing a song of imminent collapse.
The mage pursued, flames licking at his heels. Albert felt the searing heat, tasted it in his singed beard. His lungs burned, each breath a shard of glass in his chest.
Desperation sparked a plan, a gamble born of fear and fury. He sprinted towards the sprinklers, a metal spiderweb suspended above the staircase. With a mental yell, he unleashed a blast of energy, the blue beam shattering the pipes.
Water cascaded down, a shimmering curtain extinguishing the fire's dance. The mage screamed, a chorus of hisses merging with the hiss of steam. Albert seized the moment, his gauntlet spitting blue plasma that caught the mage square in the chest.
The fire mage crumbled, a smoldering puppet cut from its strings. Gasping, Albert stumbled past the smoldering corpse, his body a canvas of singed flesh and raw nerves.
He climbed the remaining stairs, each step a testament to his battered will. Above, the sounds of battle echoed, a desperate symphony in the cacophony of chaos. And he, the reluctant hero, the genius prince turned pawn, pressed on, driven by a sliver of hope and a gnawing dread that the nightmare had just begun. Just again Albert's phone rings but he hears Hank shout
>Pick up the call>Rush towards Hank's voice 