The searing flames licked up all of its surroundings, illuminating everything in sight. One of the most prized possessions of Otto's city was its dominating church and now it was ever so slowly tumbling to the ground like an eroding cliff. Whilst all this was occurring, Otto was desperately trying to withstand the sweat-making heat. His face could be described as a pond, as if you looked at him, all you would be able to see is skin submerged in a sweaty concoction.
At that moment an idea popped into his mind like a light-bulb igniting. If Otto could just totter a couple of paces forward he would reach an immense pale of gleaming, crystal clear water. A new kind of hope erupted inside Otto's heart as it looked like he would be alive to see another day.
However, it wasn't over yet as the rickety church had now nearly fully collapsed in on itself. A huge slap of concrete soared out of the ceiling as debris was now being hurled everywhere! The hopeful sensation had completely died down in Otto as he was ready to accept his fate...