The twisted figure glanced back only once and saw Liszt Flame, whom he had just stabbed through the chest with his sword, truly transform into a blaze of fire. The massive hand of flame already gripped him,
binding him, preventing any chance of escape.
The flames seemed about to morph into a giant bird, yet maintained a human shape without alteration. Through them, one could vaguely see Liszt's blurred face, with a pair of clear eyes upon it. His gaze was as cold and indifferent as his tone, as if looking at a dead man.
"You..."
Before the twisted figure could register shock, a huge block of ice smashed down upon his head.
With a thunderous crash, the twisted figure was slammed into the ground by the sturdy ice, though it was uncertain if he was flattened. However, Liszt wouldn't easily assume that an assassin who could leap out of the shadows could be so simply crushed to death. He swiftly cancelled the Phoenix Incarnation that had kicked in at the critical moment,