She screamed as fire raced down the canyons, melting rock and setting the red sand ablaze. It spared no corner, no crevice. She felt the sparse grass in the hidden coves sizzle, the water in the creek turn to steam, the fish within wither to bone and then dust. And somewhere within it all, Iktan and Kupshu. Finally, starved of air, the fire ran its course and was extinguished. Naranpa collapsed to her knees. And all was silence again. No whispers of the undead, but no sounds of the living, either.
