666 Chapter 666: A Devil Steps Out

"What… what the fuck was that?"

"Fuck, everyone's staring at us."

"...Our cart."

Roan, Lilly, and Bert were sprawled on the ground; their breaths, pushing away all the dust… as well as the ashes flying around them. These ashes, of course, belong to their cart.

The Leville party could do nothing—they just stared as the cart they spent a lot of their money on was swallowed by flames. Flames that were as if taunting them as their eyes reflected its violent dance.

Well, at least that was what happened earlier. Now, the group just stared at what remained of their brand-new cart—smoke and ashes. The worst part of it all was that all their supplies withered away with it.

"We… just bought that," Lilly breathed out as she wiped her face, only to make it even dirtier as she painted her cheek black from the char on her hand, "Just… what happened, Roan? What was that fire…? Did you forget you have like a flint or something on—"