The pyromancer, though initially startled, remained unfazed by the presence of the mercenaries who had dared to survive his attack. These feeble souls were no match for his prowess, and he regarded their attempts at resistance with thinly veiled disdain. He had ventured into these woods with supreme confidence, accompanied only by his ever-loyal attendant, whose silent presence spoke volumes of her own unshakable faith in his abilities.