I turned back to the oncoming crowd of dead and channeled my anger, frustration, and violence into the wands I had out. Fiendfyre erupted, and the two-headed fire beast began swiping and devouring the Inferi outside. A wave of satisfaction blossomed within me, and it was a heady, pleasurable sensation as the spell strengthened and a third head grew out of the fiery mass. The heat was so intense that it sliced through the flesh without setting the flesh or robes on fire. It was so quick, so clean, so... beautiful. To hell with the Goblins, their attempting to ruin the economy, and their looting the dead just to send them back to kill us. Fuck Magical Inter-Species Cooperation, they all deserve to be burned. Alive.