The mayor had already predicted that this sea of fire could not hold up under the power of time, and so he had already prepared himself to take on what would be left of the river after it faced his fire. What he had misunderstood was the working of the river of time. He had confused himself with the fact that it was called a river. He thought that fire would still have some impact on it, but he was wrong. The river of time was not filled with water but the essence of time. This was something far above the awes of fire.
The river erased the sea of fire from the present, and it still had all its power and wrath as it moved to end the mayor. The mayor could already see his obituary in the Shaman Chronicle: "The Peak Axis Mundi Realm shaman was killed by a junior with barely a step in the same realm." The mayor could already feel the world laughing at him. This was not how he had envisioned his legacy. He wanted more from life.
