No one thought to look for survivors.
They all thought that surely all had perished.
So much for assumptions.
He’d hidden himself so well within the cold waters of the foyer’s fountain. Only the tip of his nose exposed. It burned, but he lived. Now, he haunted the old ruins, remembering that night. The awful screams that echoed through the water. The blinding golden colors of the flames as they rippled across the water’s surface. No one thought to look for survivors… So much for assumptions…