People all around him were talking of strange concepts and used words he couldn't understand.
[i]Kill. Pride. Mentally.[/i]

Furnace barely listened. All of his attention thuroughly occupied by the glowing wonder before him. As he peered into the bright lights he saw something akin to the positive energy he was used to. But rather than dancing coils he saw beams of light. Woven masterfully in glorious patterns.

Looking at Carver rise from splendourus light made it hard to maintain the current of negative energy. Absorbed as he was he didn't care.

When the magical effect had ended Furnace stared into nothingness, the bright images still dancing in his eyes.

Until a commanding voice snapped him out of it.
"He'll have to die."

Die? Finish him?
"Okay.. Finish him... How does that go? What do I do?"