Conaan walked briskly through the large expanse of the city's attraction till he got to the children's village. It was all blurry behind a huge orange glow, the screams of terrified lycan parents and equally horrified children pierced the air.

Conaan's lips parted in a small gasp, his chest heaving with an unspoken fear. Before he could think rationally, he pushed his way through the crowd, making his way to the now broken entrance. A burning bar that might have been holding the door fell and burst into a cloud of flames as he pushed through, an edge brushing his shoulder and going up in a sizzle as it came...