Vlad allowed himself a small, bitter smile as he watched the city below transform into a cauldron of annihilation. Fire raged across the streets, and smoke spiraled into the sky as the abominations within were roasted alive. The storm he had summoned, infused with destructive energy and the power of the Laws, consumed the creatures methodically, with grim efficiency.
The best part? The process demanded very little energy from him.
It was a strategic and imaginative use of the Laws at his command. Though it would take time to fully exterminate the hordes, Vlad did not need to be present, and he could repeat the tactic as many times as necessary. It was clean, efficient, and devastating.
Yet, the satisfaction didn't last.
His smile faded as his eyes grew cold. These things—these monsters he was incinerating without mercy—had once been people. Men, women, and children twisted into abominations against their will. Now, they were being slaughtered like vermin.
