How did the flag even catch fire in the first place? Did Schlatt decide to remodel while I was away? Or is it a declaration of war from Dream? Did he sneak into the borders, knowing I was gone? Did George tell him? Or maybe Sapnap was a distraction after all.Īs if I weren't strung tight enough, a shrill scream of anguish snaps whatever's left of my thread.

I guess.' I agree, my hands clenching and unclenching. 'At least it's just the flag,' George says, raising a hand to shield his eyes as he watches the inferno blaze. That's a lot of damage.' Sapnap marvels, momentarily forgetting his unfortunate predicament. Thankfully, it seems to be the only part of the country set ablaze. The colourful cloth is barely visible beneath all the smoke, and I watch as large chunks fall away and flutter to the ground, shrivelled and black. The L'Manburg flag burns with the brightness of the sun, hot and fierce. 'No way.' George utters beside me, his mouth agape. And I soon discover why.Īn angry black cloud of smoke blankets the sky over the small nation, blocking out the sun and souring the wind with its chemical taste. Sapnap I notice has gone still, his gaze directed to the cliff edge, in the direction of L'Manburg. I step out onto the garden grass, eyes narrowed and searching. He looks confused by my sudden change in mood. 'Smell what?' George frowns, following after me. 'Do you smell that?' I begin walking quickly to the door, following the foul scent. Something smokey reaches my nose and my smile immediately drops, my expression turning serious. I give a light laugh, 'yeah, no, it definitely isn't.'

Besides, I'm more invested in L'Manburg right now, as its Co-Vice President-is that even a real position, by the way?' George turns from the window and shrugs, 'that's just how our friendship works. But this is a mess he got himself into, so it's on him to get himself out of it.' 'I'm surprised you haven't gone out to help him yet,' I say, pulling apart the cushions from one of the sofas. And now he's.crying? Wait, no, he just got dirt in his eyes.' It looks like he's trying to twist his body into a pretzel.

George places a hand to the glass, pressing his forehead to it.

Wow thats a lot of damage