Skirmishes (2)

"So, wait," Inspector John asked, looking at the lifeless body of the Ereth Inquisitor. "This… creature is an Ereth?" He asked. The way he pronounced the word was somewhat odd. 

I nodded. My wounds had healed by now, Soul's Respite had done its job. I shot a glance at Aoife. She was staring at the cut off head of the Inquisitor. Her face was pale, and I could see from her expression how shocking this was for her.

I took a deep breath and held my hand over the lifeless body. Black and purple flames spread from my hand to the body. Soon, nothing but ashes would remain of the Inquisitor.

"Why did you do that?" Aoife asked with a shaking voice. "A burial-"

"They burn their dead. Usually with rituals, but I don't have time for that." I raised my head and look at the sea. "More will come, and soon." I clenched my fist. "I shouldn't have let the two of you come with me." I mumbled before turning my back on the burning body. "Let's go."