Emerging from the cocoon of fire, Vlasfimia looked the same as when he had entered, at least visually, the presence he now emmited felt like a strong wind had just went past the three people that stood on the other end of the room compared to him.
Vlas looked around for a him, stretched a bit, making his bones cracked with a satisfying sound before talking.
"Who are you people?" he asked as he pointed his finger toward them.
"Virtus, saint of the Holy order"
"Gnart, paladin of the Holy order"
"..." the young squire didn't respond because he didn't have any name.
As they spoke, Virtus was casting healing magic as well as magic to alleviate exhaustion, they were quite a distance apart and the heretic they had been chasing down didn't seem interested in attacking first.
"Very interesting, unfortunately, I don't care and will not be sticking around" spoke Vlas seconds before the whole room erupted into flames, covering his presence and covering the view the three had of him.
Virtus casted a slash of holy energy in the general direction where the heretic had been but hit nothing, he soon had to focuse on defense as the flames raged in the room.
The heretic casually made his exit as the whole dungeon was going up in flames, he went past the expedition which had been left behind by the holy duo to guard for anything that may come in or out.
He ignored them and started to test the new powers if the fire, his exit was made much faster and in no time, he was out of the dungeon, it had been a while since he had stepped outside, the snow made a nice sound as he stepped on it, he wasn't at the exit he usually took though.
The guards looked at him weirdly, they just felt like something wasn't right about the guy that had just come out of the dungeon, they watched him as he walked straigth toward the camp of the Holy order, the one they had made after the previous one had been burned to a crisp.
He casually walked up to one of the walls, put his hand on it and immediately the whole thing took on fire, the fire spread in seconds to the rest of it and the screams of people burning alive was heard almost instanly, the two guards didn't even have the time to be shocked when two orange knives piercied through their helmets like butter and intantly killed them, setting their bodies on fire.
Vlasfimia stopped moving for a moment and looked at his hands as chaos was ensuing all around him, the fire quickly spread to the nearby forest, clenching his hands a bit, he then nodded.
"Nice, that's some good shit" he spoke out loud as someone approached him, traversing the flames rapidly.
A slightly hunched over knight with flowing dark robes under his armor armed with a strangely shaped rapier that was blood red in color was facing Vlas.
"Ah, sanguine knight, you need to fix that posture, always meant to say that" said Vlas as he crossed his arms.
The sanguine knight didn't say anything as he analysed the situation, what was happening before him was usual, afflicted humans shouldn't retain any sanity to speak that clearly, however, without being able to react at all despite being on high alert, the masked man in front of him conjured up an eye of fire and the knight immediately started burning.
Quickly, the knight cut the palm of his own hand, causing him to bleed profusely from everywhere on his body, extinguishing the flames that coated him but he was immediately grabbed without being able to do anything else.
The knights helmed head rested in Vlasfimia's hand and he casted flames at touching range, melting the helm of the knight directly onto his face, Vlas let go as the knight screamed in agony as his ego was burned away by the flame of heresy, taking its place into his left eye.
Multiple knights that had been stationed nearby also came to face the pyromaniac but they all met their ends at the hand of the heretic, everything around was on fire, the orange flames drowning the surroundings in a bright orange light.
Inside of the flames, drawn by the powerful power emanating from it, all of the nearby afflicted had gathered to bath into the glorious fire had their rightful lord simply stood at the center of the enormous fire.
Suddenly, pushing away some the fire, four figures suddenly appeared, the trio that Vlas had met in the dungeons final room and the space mage from the expedition.
While three of the newcommers got ready to fight with determination oozing all over the place, the space mage, clearly being the most sensible here, dipped it and teleported away.
Vlasfimia felt like he should have given a grand speech about his motivations and explained that it really wasn't his fault that everything was burning but that it really was society that had made him but none of this would be true and Vlas wasn't a fan of speeches, Vlas had always been this way and he had never felt bad for it, he understood the gravity of his actions to other people but he simply didn't care, worse, he loved seeing the consequences, he had harrassed the expedition simply because he despised anything that was holy, there wasn't any reason to his hatred, he just did and he didn't question it.
So instead of wasting time, he immediately sprayed fire at the three of them, invoked fireballs, made fire rain from the sky and summoned eyes of flames all around them as the ground bursted with geysers of fire.
The heretic himself was soon covered in flames that had no effect on him, he spread his arms as if to dare anyone to go for it and attack him after he had just summoned a scenery from hell itself.
"Come on, Let's dance!" he exclaimed, a big literal half smile under his mask as the attacks suddenly increased in speed.