There was, a sense of inevitability to it, really.
An unavoidable, inescapable inevitably, like that of a slow burning of a flame that had been forgotten about in the hearth, sparking suddenly with a rage-fire so strong that it rose up to consume the entire village.
That is the nature of flames. To burn. To destroy.
A nature that is shared with monsters; violent and vicious; burning and destroying.
Anther is a monster too, and he destroys even without the ability to speak the words that have caused such destruction.