“Feel my fire!” He shouted to the gods. He laughed maniacally. The ball became more dense, and Beden became warm. It was ages since he felt warm. It was ages since he was living…Ages. He was dead now, no more…
The fireball began to twist around, and Asghar danced with it, laughing all the way. The ceiling was open, and he was ready.
“MY POWER!!” He cried out in anger. The ball lifted, smoothly and gracefully, lifting up above them, taking the warmth.
“POWER!!!” He shouted. The ball raised, faster, still gathering energy.
Ashgar swung his arms down, and the ball disappeared into the sky.
They would die…
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