Caster could hardly help a twisted, sadistic smirk come into her face at that scream. No one would hear him. They were alone here, after all.

And slowly, slowly, he would feel a small fraction of the pain burning her up inside her- her agonising grief made manifest in the curses that she let soak through him.

With a twist of her wrist, the fog started to work its way toward his eyes...and as she leant up to whisper to him, she let a false sense of fear come into her voice- Each word saturated with her magic.

"Can you feel it? This world is burning, Darin..."