Ignizio
Despite his unmoving disposition, Ignizio's eyes bore a sudden twinge of confusion before slowly fading into normal, human eyes with crimson irises. Stepping forward, he averted his gaze from Warren to focus on the other poor, terrified expeditioners who were cowering in fear, and reaching out with both arms, Ignizio flexed his fingers outward, expelling several wisps of black flames from the palm of his hand. The strands of fire were shot at the explorers' necks, wrapping around them and slowly burning their flesh from the outside as they withered the skin and bone away. The room was once again filled with screams--much louder this time--and the odor of incinerated flesh as the din rang for nearly a minute. Once the screams stopped, the heads fell, and soon, the rest of the bodies were reduced to ash. Now, Ignizio and Warren were alone, having the room marred with death all to themselves.
Returning his attention back to Warren, Ignizio seemed to be studying the man, staring into his eyes as if searching his soul. The old man had maintained an unfazed expression, similar to that of Ignizio when he had disposed of the explorer; this was.. fascinating. He suddenly turned back to the stone, running his hand along the smooth edges as if in a state of wistful reminiscence, but under further investigation, one would find no trace of such sentiment within his eyes. Following an eerie minute of silence, Ignizio spoke once again.
"Even within the confines of this tomb, this stone for a resting place, and nothing but sand and sediment around me, I have been able to keep record of humanity's development through thousands of generations' worth of men with the gall to invade my home. I have met conquerors, researchers, scientists, soldiers, countless mortals who journeyed here for answers, and in my centuries of interacting with mankind, I have never been impressed a single time. No matter the time period, humanity has always advanced, but it has never changed; you mortals with your faith in your weapons, machines, your intellect... everyone, whose ashes you now see at your feet, approached me with confidence and pride, searching my home for something to conquest and pillage for your gain. There has never been anything presented to my by humanity that even interested me, let alone weaken or kill me. When I displayed the most minuscule degree of my ability to anyone who dared to trespass in my domain, their bravado instantly diminished, and their last words were words of cowardice and groveling."
Turning once again to face Warren, he approached the old man before stopping within close proximity of him, looking down on the mortal that had journeyed here, and when he spoke once more, his voice radiated a much more chilling intensity than before.
"You are no different from these men, so I will make this brutally clear for you to completely understand: you are inferior to me. With just the slightest movement of my finger, I can inflict upon you a pain and suffering so unbearably agonizing that the only purpose you will ever have in your entire life is wishing I had ended it where you stand. You are in no position to propose a compromise with me, nor do you have anything that will ever be able to give you such a position. However, while the fiery passion I can feel in your heart betrays the same ambition I have spent centuries snuffing out, your eyes betray none of the fear, which intrigues me. If you wish to stay alive, you will keep me intrigued, so tell me: what else do you hope to gain by intruding into my home, other than simple closure for your search?"
