“Welcome.” Heath uttered with a wry smile.
Roshan only stared at him with boiling anger powering the intensity of his fire.
“Shut your mouth Heath, we aren’t done yet.” Roshan yelled furiously.
“I’m done with you, Roshan. Weren’t you meant to be leaving? You had your chance to go and now you returned because of your selfishness. You neglected your friends and family to come back here, Roshan.” Heath cried out, and laughed.
“Roshan, you fool. You have been blinded. This is what I like. A hero who thinks only about himself. I’m so happy that you are finally true to yourself.” Heath grinned widely. His face contorting into one of pure madness.
“I said, Shut up!” Roshan moved swiftly, putting his attributes to use. A sword made of fire immediately appeared in his hand, burning fiercely as it mirrored the raging emotions of its wielder.