Const Orphanage 40

Surrounded by cold, white flames, Altair, Elvira, and the Ark faced the scorching heat, the extreme temperature engulfing them.

"You cannot escape. Submit to me, and I can grant you eternity!" Landric, drunk on his own power, commanded the flames. Behind him, the fire burst forth, forming eight massive serpents that twisted their bodies to bite their tails.

The creatures within the auditorium let out loud roars, charging towards the doors in a frenzy, but the doors remained shut. They watched in despair as the cold white fire fell.

Dodging, Elvira felt a white flame touch him, experiencing an icy burning sensation so cold it made his soul tremble, and so hot it blurred his flesh and blood. The pain was unbearable—

His soul felt like it was being poured into icy boiling water, causing him to cry out in agony. It was too much to bear—