"You've committed a grave offense." he said, his voice cool and sharp, like a blade fresh from the forge. "You dared to slaughter my people. My sect. The Celestial Blaze Sect does not forgive, nor forget. For that, your death is not only justified, it is ordained."
He turned his head slowly toward Nyxara and Lyrisa, letting his gaze linger with unspoken contempt, then shifted back to Damien with theatrical gravity.
"But I am merciful," he said with a measured sigh. "Surrender now, and I will grant you a quick death. No more than a few screams of pain. Your bodies will remain mostly intact. Your souls? Well—" he smiled faintly, "that depends on your karma."
Damien tilted his head slightly.
There was silence for a beat.
Then he smiled.
"Ah." he said, voice filled with mock wonder, "Another stuck up retard. So you think that you damned fire rats can attack and kill everyone, and everyone else must bow down, wash their necks and present it to you?"
