While floating in the sky, Daniel looked down at the empty tents. He raised his hand, and suddenly flames appeared, setting the empty tents on fire.
"What the hell? Another fire? Damn it!"
"Hurry! Bring water! The tents are burning again!"
"Check if anyone's hurt! Make sure everyone is okay!"
The pilgrims jumped up in panic and ran toward the water sources to fetch water and try to put out the fires.
But this time, unlike before, they didn't foolishly rush toward the burning tents—afraid of another explosion. Clearly, they had learned from the previous night.
Still, Daniel didn't care about any of that. He was just waiting to see if the people following him would make a move or not.
He activated his spiritual sense and observed everything from above. If another fire started, it would definitely be the work of the ones he was hunting.
And that's exactly what happened. Right after the fire he had started, a chain of new fires broke out.
