One of the hooded men struck Michael with his infernal bat, creating a flurry of sparks upon contact.
The entire room became lit with a reddish hue, consuming everything inside the acacia tree into a hellish landscape.
Those little sparks were enough for everything to catch an inexorable and incessant fire. Even the noncombustible material inside the room became fuel for it to grow in intensity even further.
The hooded men, with their infernal bats, began bashing everything inside the room, intending to burn everything asunder. By the time they were done with it, there would be no evidence left of their presence.
Everything would turn into ashes. At least, that's what they thought.
The hooded figure who struck first felt his infernal bat start to quiver and shake. Its animated, wavy fire began to recoil upon itself, as if it was being repulsed by something much more chaotic, more destructive than itself.
