"Son of Hujarar! That is the Son of Hujarar!"
The cultists trembled in excitement and ecstasy as if they were seeing their god they had been worshiping for the first time in their life.
"That flame. That power! The Son of Hujarar is mighty."
"O'Son of Hujarar, have you come here to bless our rituals?"
"Bless?" Tom glared at them with hateful eyes. "I am here to kill you all!"
He swung his Phantom Doomblade down, the blazing flame that covered it whipped like a whip of rolling waves, filling the entire room.
The cultists screamed in pain as the flame engulfed them. Tom leaped down and beheaded two cultists at once.
He watched the other cultists rolling around on the floor, unable to kill the fire that was burning them to death.
"The cultists here aren't the problem. That thing is." Tom looked at the giant demonic statue that began to grow bones and flesh.