There was something terrible in his expression for a moment, easy to see how the Dark kingdom could be called monstrous in their dark clothing, stealing energy and skulking through the night in the company of monsters, even if they had for the better part abandoned stealing star seeds with rare exception.
It had been a decision, not clear to start with but there had been no small inner turmoil to come to the decision that next left him.
“They should be left here to die for what they did. But bring them to me, make haste, I will leave again before those beams eat through. They trusted MY generals to do their dirty work, let trust –me- now.”
He cast about then, searching to see if there was any hint or hope of a means to slow the fires, muttering a curious something under his breath, clearly a quote… and yet…
"Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death; soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.”
