The fire gathered into me, and the creatures tried to strike, but I incinerated them out of the air like scraps of paper. Fire whirled around me in whipping tendrils that struck out on their own as I blasted out torrents of fire.
Still, they kept coming, and now they were starting to get bigger.
I didn't care; somehow, I knew that this was all preventable, and it never should have happened. This was the result of something idiotic, I could feel it in my soul, and these creatures were another perversion that should have never been.
So I would unmake them.
[Three big ones are incoming, far above, but they are starting to descend, and they are much older and stronger. Prepare yourself; there is no escaping, have no choice now, you must fight.]
No part of me dreamed of it. The fear that had briefly touched my soul had been wiped from existence, and all that remained was my anger and frustration.