The world's skies began to fill with a churning vortex of storms, the distant lands now filling with mountains and volcanoes that began to erupt, the anger, pure hatred for those that did this to him.
He ignored their shuddering bodies; the tears ran from their eyes; instead, he stepped close to them, a dragon for the fool, tiger for the weakling grabbing their head.
Fingers on their foreheads, his thumb on their chins, an imaginary dragon and tigers maw, were now wide open, about to swallow their faces whole.
Snap!
The moment he closed his hands, the tiger rushed forward, devouring the weakling; his agonising cries lasted less than a second.
His noble dragon, crushing the skull of the fool, not even a peep.
It took about 2 seconds for the two beasts to devour their spirit bodies and souls, completely devouring them, no matter how dirty.
While the drunk, his eyes filled with insanity, watched in terror, backing away towards the throne.