Marty watched the tent burn down from atop of the Ferris Where, smirking as the flames grew higher. Everything had fallen into place and he’d finally seen the fruits of his labor unfold. The flames would engulf the Reverend and he’d have finally done what he’d come here to do.
Sadly that was not the case. A fire elemental quelled the fire and finally he saw the image of the Reverend relatively unscathed. Marty was disappointed, he was supposed to be dead.
At least he found comfort in the fact that he’d severely fucked up his livelihood. It was time for him to tell the Reverend what he really was.