Damien's strides were deliberate, his presence commanding as he closed the gap between himself and the trembling necromancer. As his steps fell, a strange transformation seemed to occur—the intensity of the flames wavered, their ferocity momentarily subdued. Harpie's tortured cries were like a plea to the heavens, a desperate appeal for mercy, and somehow, the inferno answered in its own way.
For a fleeting moment, the heat that had engulfed the area lessened, as if the flames themselves were attuned to Damien's command. The sudden reprieve caught Harpie off guard, eliciting a mixture of relief and renewed fear. His voice, once arrogant and mocking, now trembled as he implored for his life.
"Stay away! Stay away from me!" His words were punctuated by desperation, a veneer of bravado stripped away in the face of the very death he had once wielded with arrogance.