Jareth's anger surged like a roaring tempest, a tempest that threatened to consume him whole. His voice, now laced with fury, cut through the tense air like a searing blade.
"Just who are you, and why did you ruthlessly take the life of one of my trusted members?" he thundered at Daimon, his eyes ablaze with an incandescent intensity that mirrored the volcanic inferno nearby.
Daimon's enigmatic smile remained as enigmatic as ever as he responded, his tone a strange concoction of amusement and nonchalance.
His voice carried an eerie calmness in the face of Jareth's seething anger. "Who I am and why I'm carrying out these actions? Must I remind you that it was your group that initiated hostilities?"