...
In an instant.
The atmosphere at the scene froze solid.
But the next second.
Viscount Golding, snapping back to his senses, felt his eyes turn bloodshot as a tide of fury instantly consumed his reason.
"You, you filthy maggot, you wretched Necromancer! How dare you? How dare you?!"
"I'll kill you! No, I'll tie you, all your family, and all your friends to stakes and burn you to ashes! I'll rip out your soul and scorch it with holy flames for a thousand years!"
His roar nearly cracked the cavern ceiling. His once-handsome face was now twisted like a ghoul's, and his eyes looked as if they were about to shoot fire.
Out of control, the holy flames on his body erupted, instantly vaporizing a few Skeletons that got too close.
The threat of his daughter's corpse being desecrated had sent him into a complete frenzy, utterly robbing him of his sanity.
