*Drops to my knees, panting as steam evaporates from my body*
Isaac’s in danger… I have to go…
That’s unfortunate, Waternaux.
*Walks in a slow circle around you*
There’s no time for him, however. The accredited “Slayer of Nemid”, your only surviving son, is simply going to have to live up to the reputation of a god. I haven’t the time to spare. And neither do you.
*Stops and snaps my gaze toward you, erupting your body into a cataclysm of flame that engulfs us both*