Loki sprinted towards the inferno, his heart pounding louder than the roar of the flames. The wooden beams of the house groaned ominously, threatening collapse at any moment. Inside, the desperate cries of Cora pierced the tumult, a beacon guiding him through the chaos. He could see her silhouette, barely visible through the thick smoke, and without hesitation, he plunged into the maelstrom.

Loki navigated through the house with instinctual precision, dodging falling debris and shielding himself from the intense heat. The walls seemed to close in on him, but he pushed forward, driven by the urgency of Cora's screams. Finally, he reached her, her face smudged with soot and eyes wide with fear. "I've got you," he reassured, lifting her gently into his arms.

Loki tightened his grip on Cora as he charged towards the exit, each step a battle against the oppressive heat. The world seemed to blur into a singular focus: escape. With a final burst of strength, he burst through the door, the cool air a sharp contrast to the inferno left behind.

As Loki lay Cora on the grass, his relief was short-lived. Her clothes were torn, and beneath the soot, deep, jagged wounds marred her skin, telling a story of violence. His mind raced with questions. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and anger.

Cora winced, her voice a hoarse whisper against the night. "It wasn't the fire, Loki. Someone... someone attacked me," she confessed, her gaze slipping to the ground. Loki's heart clenched at the revelation, anger simmering beneath his skin.

Loki took a deep breath, the acrid smoke still lingering in the air. "We will find out who did this, and they will pay," he vowed, determination hardening his voice. The night held its breath, the promise of justice hanging in the air as the flames continued to dance, a fiery backdrop to a mystery waiting to be unraveled.