Crimson-gold flames raged wildly.
A monstrous, hideous hand slowly released, tossing a wizard's body, now charred black, onto the ground like discarded trash.
At this moment, Ignatius was bathed in roaring flames, his stature nearly doubled from before, with two twisted horns over half a foot long growing on his forehead, and his body covered in chunks of black hard pieces like solidified magma. Between these chunks, a large number of orange-gold light patterns lit up, forming intricate and strange patterns.
His eyes had turned almost completely pure gold. With every breath, a thick sulfur aroma spewed from his nostrils and mouth, his whole being exuding an indescribable aura of terror.
"@%...&*..."
Brief, rapid chants of spells sounded by his ears. Ignatius abruptly turned his head, his gaze firmly locked on a figure radiating piercing green light.
