Evar caught a cloth from the table, used it like a glove and started unscrewing the tight lid. Fire erupted out of the pot as soon as the lid left its place.

People inside the room didn’t waste any time from getting out of the danger. They lead themselves to the exit through the flames from the narrow passage. Commander Padraig came out from the flames at last. He locked the door tight and bellowed at the guards, "Bring water in here."

"It would be too late." Godfreed caught his armor, "Many potions are in there which I can't afford to lose. Manuscripts, equipments all are in there."

"This is why I am telling them to hurry." Evar said, looking at burnt beard on Godfreed's chin.

"Put the fire out. Make use of being blessed by fire!" Godfreed lost it.

"It will be against the nature of fire. Can't do it."

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Ser Angus pulled the red haired man from his shoulder, spinning him around.

"I can only stop fire from spreading. But in the return, fire will take over whatever there is in the area where it is confined. Then only the flames will die down." Commander Evar answered.

"Then do it before this castle turns into ashes."

Pushing Ser Angus' hand from his shoulder, Commander Evar went towards the door and unlocked it. Flames exploded from the open door like it was waiting for freedom.

While everyone was trying to flee Evar sat in the fire with both of his arms signaling the fire to stop. The fire cooled near the door and entered back in the room. Commander Evar warmed his hand in fire and drew an imaginary line outside the door.

Flames touched the line but didn’t cross it. When the soldiers arrived with barrels and buckets of water, fire was in its last phase.

"Is there another way to cure Lord Wernh'An?" Ser Angus spoke in Godfreed's ear.

"Metal Mage." Saer heard the broken doctor say.