There is beauty in destruction, Desmond remembered hearing that phrase at some point in his time at school, at that time he thought the very notion of it was a bit ridiculous; but now he thought differently.
If Desmond had to name a way to end something, especially someone's life, he would say that giving them a flower burial would be pretty beautiful, but what if they weren't flowers? If they were clusters of fire so highly condensed that they vaguely took on the shape of a fiery rose; that would then be a beautiful way to bring destruction on someone.
Araszh had been a legendary necromancer from ancient times who had gone through countless battles, even in his twisted way of existing yet he was a being that inspired fear and respect; somehow it was fitting for a being like him to die a magnificent death.
