"What do you mean, firehead? I have a name! I am the greatest and wisest great demon king Satan, beneath the stars and above all worlds!"
The mouth on the purple flames opened again, unleashing a crackling torrent of words.
But the moment it gave its name, Coleman reached out, grabbed the purple flames in one hand, and pressed them beneath his collar, leaving only a wisp of violet flame drifting upward from below his neck.
Combined with that distinctive gridded metal high collar, the purple flames looked as though they had been locked inside a cage.
Then Coleman gave Angel a bow.
Though he said nothing, his manner made it clear that he seemed to be apologizing.
Laplace spoke at the right moment. "Coleman and Firehead Satan are from the Evil Fire race. They are twin souls in one body. You can understand it as two subjective consciousnesses inside a single body."
"Split personality?"
Laplace shook her head. "Not quite split personality, but you can understand it that way."
"Coleman cannot speak, but his control over mental power and elemental power has reached an extremely high level."
"Satan can speak, but he inherited the Evil Fire race's temperament—violent and arrogant."
Coleman and Satan were twin souls in one body, so they could communicate within their minds.
Normally, whenever Coleman wanted to express something, he would tell Satan in his mind, and Satan would speak it aloud for him.
However, Satan's personality was far too vile. Its retellings were often laced with its own subjective emotions and packed with profanity. So while it conveyed the intended meaning, it was usually hard on the ears...
Laplace even gave an example.
When they had arrived outside Prophet's Cave, they encountered a group of guards on routine patrol. The guards stopped them and