This is the sequel to Flames-a Danplan fanfiction, so you should probably read that first. Five years after the fire at Imperatoris and the chaos around a magical book, a group called Danplan is making it's way through the so called 'undiscovered lands'. This causes more commotion then they ever thought it would, but what they really should be scared of is still lurching in the shadows.

Hosuh is a healer, which might be just great in any other period of time, but not in the witch-hunt period. He escapes the church he has been living in his entire life, so he won't end up like his brother. Swallowed by hungry, red flames. Meanwhile, somewhere in a far away town Daniel and the rest of the national guard is fighting a losing battle against an army of dead men, controlled by a necromancer. It's weird how these unlikely friends are brought together by faith, or maybe just by the fear, that an era so cruel brings upon then, burning like a flame in their hearts.