Before Lua, there was a sea of flames. The flames did not hurt him, but he also didn't necessarily enjoy their presence either. The best description was that Lua was tolerating the presence of the embers.
Burn them. Something whispered in Lua's ear. He had heard this before, and his response was the same again:
Burn the enemy.
However, the voice repeated in his ear again, relentlessly.
Burn them.
Lua found himself coming to an agreement with the voice. Of course, the only ones in this room were him and the so-called mage. Why had he been insisting that they should only burn the enemies when there was only the enemy present?
Burn them! The voice chanted. Lua nodded, and replied:
Burn them.
Soon, his mind became chaotic. Only one line kept repeating itself:
