Waaah-ah!
The doll enveloped in Solar Flare let out a shrill scream filled with malice and agony.
Then crimson moonlight spilled down, draping the blazing golden Solar Flare in a faint layer of red.
The red rapidly converged, turning from illusion into substance, forming Nibis, as tall as the villa, with a pair of black bat wings growing from his back.
Unable to use a substitute or escape the burning Solar Flare, the sinister doll had summoned Nibis.
Rumble!
Countless streaks of silver-white appeared out of nowhere, intertwining into an enormous sphere of light. With an aura of savage destruction so intense it seemed almost tangible, it engulfed Nibis and the blazing Solar Flare.
Cyril's brow twitched as his spiritual intuition sounded an urgent warning.
Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed away.
Boom!
The surrounding light suddenly became dazzling. A mushroom cloud of interwoven gold and silver rose out of nowhere, sending out wave after wave of scorching, numbing air.
Wherever they passed, vegetation instantly dried out and cracked before catching fire. The ground fractured like a spiderweb, and Nibis's luxurious villa became covered in cracks in an instant, teetering amid the surging flames. Emlyn instinctively closed his eyes and folded the illusory bat wings behind him forward, wrapping himself tightly in them.
In less than a second, the illusory bat wings vanished completely in the light filled with holiness and savagery.
Next came numbness throughout his body, along with a searing pain as though he were being roasted over a fire.
It felt as if he had drunk an expired anesthetic potion, been struck by lightning, then staggered into a bathtub filled with holy water.
After enduring the torment for a while, Emlyn was astonished to discover that, aside from feeling somewhat miserable, he appeared to have suffered no