In the frightened gaze of many young people, a bizarre flame climbed up the young master's spine.
It wasn't bright like ordinary flames; rather, it was sinister, greedy, and fierce. It seemed to absorb all the light and brightness around, making the environment beside Horn even more profound, with only that flicker of fire becoming increasingly conspicuous.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The young master, who threatened the Legion Commander, let out a heartbreaking scream as he frantically rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames that were raging on his body.
But it was to no avail; the fierce flame seemed to burn from the depths of his soul.
"Commander! I was wrong! I dare not speak to you like this ever again!!"
Flames flowed from the young master's eye sockets and throat as his youthful body gradually hunched over, his voice becoming hoarse and chaotic.
