When Feodor opened his eyes, he saw flames all around him that were raging and erupting. He took his time to remove his hand from his face while maintaining his focus on the palm that had been covering his eyes. The smoke from the surrounding region was drifting directly into his nasal passages. The screams of those wicked souls, who spent their life being misfortunate and chose evil when they had the opportunity to live freely on earth, are stuck in his ears and won't go away. After a short glance around, Feodor swiftly seized his face and squeezed at various sections to see whether or not his skin had...