The red brick room seemed to vibrate with Surtr's presence, the air trembling with the intensity of his flames. The heat in this place was stifling, the light from the cascades of magma casting dancing shadows on the walls of the chamber.
Kaizen, Og'tharoz, Alina, Andrew, Jayaa, Xisrith and Bloody Lily looked at each other, each dealing with the growing sensation of standing before a god in their own way.
Og'tharoz stepped forward, and his red eyes tried to match Surtr's menacing presence.
"Shut up! You know why we're here, Surtr!" he exclaimed with hatred just at hearing Surtr's voice. "Release my wife's soul, or you'll face my wrath!"
Surtr smiled, a cruel smile that only intensified the flames around him. "Ah, Og'tharoz... your wife's soul..." he muttered, as if recalling a distant memory. "Do you really think you can make me do something? I'm your creator, I'm your father."