The Demon
Serves you right.
Is that enough for you, you beast. Did you want blood? Well, get ready to choke on your own.
As I burned the tentacles, I felt sadistic pleasure, all the more so because I was powering my fire magic with the energy of death. As long as there were people dying on the field, I could sustain the fire indefinitely.
The whirlwind was dancing, singing its fiery song, consuming everything, turning it to ashes.
How much hotter was my fire compared to normal? I don’t know, but I suspect it was many times as much. Pain, hate, and anger are the fuel that can burn anything, from your own life to an entire kingdom. And finally, the devourer gave in.
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