Walburga's scream pierced the night air as she watched the manor ignite from within. The once stately home was now ablaze with white-hot flames, a stark contrast to the usual orange and red. The fire danced and leaped with an unnatural intensity, sending waves of heat and light across the garden.
Everyone stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The manor, a symbol of their family's legacy, was being consumed by a purifying fire that seemed almost alive. The white flames flickered and bounced around with a fierce energy, consuming everything in their path.
The family members outside clutched each other, their faces pale with fear and awe. The manor's transformation was both a dramatic spectacle and a harbinger of the change it promised. The brilliant white fire was a sign of the final, necessary cleansing of the darkness that had plagued their home for so long.