He conjured flames into his palm, the very palm he was using to hold unto the geezer mayor and he blasted it forward.
The flames got hotter and hotter with every passing second and eventually, after ravaging the geezers head like a starving tiger it ended.
The sweltering geezer was dropped to the floor, lifeless and scorched before he could collect his last thought.
"Guess I did get rusty. My flames aren't hot enough. Athena, create Mission." He weirdly said.
What seemed to be a plaque of stone appeared before him, formed from the energy around and he began touching and tapping at it gently.
Afterwards the plaque rose above Azur's head and Athena's voice was very clearly heard.
-{Self-created mission. SCORCHING HEAT. Move from regular Flame Conjuring Temperature to Regal Flame Conjuring temperature and gain 009 points for stat elevation.}
"You could have made a better reward, Athena. Well, there is no changing that, so let's get to Scorching." Azur said to himself.
Walking through the lonely streets of our town in the dead of night, his outrageous and crushing aura running rampant through the whole area.
The stench of blood and feeling of death that came with his presence was tremendous.
The religious in the town woke up and prayed to the various gods they have in their various beliefs not knowing that the sole person responsible for the tragic event to happen next was an angel of death in actuality.
He walked into houses, one by one asking the same question to all of its residents.
"This place was once regarded as a Crypt, where can I find its guardian? I know it is still here." He asked.
His deadly aura caused the Non-sorcerers to feel like their energy and Brio was being rapidly depleted, and the Evil hero's deadly aura made the area harbor a crushing feeling of futility and death.
"Please spare us, great Defender, I have no idea what you mean." An unlucky fisherman pleaded with the Evil Hero.
He was just returning from hard work at the docks and just wanted to spend time with his family and rest, but that couldn't happen now.
"How can you not know when you live within a Crypt!" Azur, the Evil Hero exclaimed in fierce rage.
He didn't even move but the thin wooden walls of the fisherman's family cabin swiftly caught on fire and spread like an insatiable tiger.
A little girl, the young six-year-old daughter of the fisherman ran out from the grasp of her petrified mother and ran in to pull the evil hero's clothes.
"This is my only home, do not burn it." She beckoned to Azur with tears in her eyes.
Azur glimpsed down upon her and without hesitation or a hint of mercy he increased his Energy output, drastically increasing the radius and potency of his horrible and lethal crimson aura.
Unfortunately, the little girl was caught in it.
Her body wasn't even given time to scream out in the horrific pain she was subjected to but each and everyone of her pain receptors were flaring in extreme pain as her very flesh was being burnt to ash in the space of a few seconds.
The mother of the little girl turned to her motherly instincts and ran towards the Evil hero to try to rescue her daughter.
Putting her hands in jeopardy she burnt them thoroughly all the way to her elbows just to rescue the already deceased girl.
Most of the little girl's brunette hair had fallen off and her eyes were burnt wide open, her beautiful fair skin turned black and dry.
The mother screamed not in pain of her hands but in the pain of losing her child as the fisherman just stood there dazed.
Azur looked down at the crying mother and burnt child in disgust and proceeded to spit on the mothers face and he turned around to leave.
Each of his steps made the flames burning the cabin to rage more and more, he left that family for death and moved on to the next home.
Screams of terror, snapping and burning filled the town. In his path was a trail of ash, death and destruction.
The further he went into this town, the hotter his flames grew. The fiercer his temper got, the more traumatizing the death of the residents in the next house.
Some tried to fight back, but were swiftly walloped straight through the head with a flaming fist and sent to their fiery demise in a matter of seconds.
No one could answer his question, no one even understood it.
To the residents of this town, this place was no Crypt of treasures but the underprivileged and meager town that couldn't even afford to patronize the Government officials and the Defenders who were meant to protect them from this very kind of hostility.
They were too poor and ignorant to learn anything more than the day-to-day uses of their Affinities and they can barely refer to themselves as Sorcerers.
To them, somebody like the Evil Hero Azur was a natural disaster that could not be pleaded with or negotiated with, some accepted their fates and prayed their last prayer, while some fully understood the futility and attempted to fight back.
It really didn't matter what they chose to do, as long as Azur doesn't get the information he wants and is satisfied with it, there is no way one can survive before him in his wrathful form.
"There exists a Guardian here, where can I find him?" Azur asked his next victim.
He was a homeless fish porter who was just about to go to sleep in an alleyway. He caught a whiff of the choking stench of burning corpses and death and attempted to run but it was already too late.
It was so bad that from the very moment that it had been decided by the forces of Nature and the Deity that Azur was to exist, this peasant fish porter was determined to be a sacrifice to his greatness.