Flowryde adjusted the blanket so that it draped around his and Vexia's head, allowing it to effectively absorb most of the smoke while their legs move unimpeded. 
"Vexia, we should leave! The temple will collapse around us soon!" He screamed in a hoarse voice as the heat from the fire scorched his airways.
A loud groan shook the temple from its foundations as Flowryde spoke. The marble columns supporting the structure were beginning to crumble under the heat. Mountains of ashes and debris littered the once majestic Ritual Hall with a dark heavy haze obscuring their vision. Suddenly, Flowryde caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flitting through the inferno towards the general direction of the entrance. Her rich golden locks registered in his mind for an instant before panic overwhelmed him as part of the roof came crashing down behind them.
"Let's go!"
Flowryde rushed after the figure, attempting to mimic her steps but his feet were not as nimble, causing him to lose his footing, and almost his life, a few times. At last, a tunnel through the smog led them to safety. 
Looking back at the burning temple which painted the night sky in blood, Flowryde let out a cry of anguish. His whole life had been eradicated before him in a flash of orange and red. Countless memories written on the walls, washed across the floors, hanging from the rafters... Gone. They will pay. Flowryde was certain that those responsible for the destruction of his home were the same as those who orchestrated the death of his mentor. He will drink hot blood in due time. 
Presently, he collected his thoughts and wandered in search through the crowd, oblivious to the chaos around him as the inhabitants of Moonshearth attempt to quench the flames in vain. Passing a group of fellow wardens, he found his goal.
"Fine night for old friends to catch up around a merry fire eh, Jocasta?"