When Malachi's miniature sun collided with the castle, the explosion that followed looked like it was right out of a Hollywood blockbuster.
Debris from the building and black fames rained down everywhere, along with the smoldering corpses of the unfortunate vampires lurking inside.
Malachi didn't budge a single inch and instead stared unflinchingly into the flames as he waited for his attack to bear fruit.
And sure enough, the result he was hoping for occurred.
A powerful aura and a monstrous voice cut through the smoldering rubble, and traveled far into the dead of night.
"INGRATES! SCUM! YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY HOME!!"
In a flash, a man appeared through the flames and made a beeline directly for Malachi.
Clearly, this man was above the rest of the rabble, as he had not immediately burned to death when subjected to his powerful flames.