Fire engulfs everything. Everything becomes fire. Chaos rains down from the sky. Horses neigh and whinny as they break free from their stables and frantically clop down the Basque streets, looking for shield from their impending demise. Mothers cry out, searching for their children, trying desperately to find anything to contradict what they already know is true. Soldiers are ripped apart, their weapons futile against an enemy fought from above. Grandmothers peak their heads out from their windows shining lanterns out onto the road below, ignorant to what hell they are about to suffer.