Baranka, who had possessed the Pyromaniac, discovered that her body had suddenly gone rigid. She could barely turn her head, like a windup toy.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the vast plateau turn silver and black in an instant.
Particles filled her surroundings, as though everything had been cast from metal.
Right beside her stood the Pyromaniac she had possessed.
The Pyromaniac's skin had lost its human luster, and his eyes were vacant, like a doll's.
She suddenly understood.
She must have turned into a doll too.
Into a toy.
Then her thoughts could no longer move.
Reverting from his mythical creature form, Sifa held the Box of the Great Old Ones.
He looked inside and saw two palm-sized dolls.
One was Baranka, the King of Curses, and the other was the Pyromaniac.
"Although I sacrificed a Pyromaniac, capturing Baranka was more than worth it."
Sifa put away the Box of the Great Old Ones, turned into wind, and left the battlefield.
He arrived at Sargus's former military camp, then his figure faded and vanished, as though it were a projection.
Only the Box of the Great Old Ones fell, landing in a palm.
Sifa's palm.
The one who had fought Baranka had indeed been a projection, an illusion Sifa had created with Mirror Illusion.
He himself had remained in the military camp all along, planning every operation from the safety of the rear.
Upon receiving the Box of the Great Old Ones, Sifa knew that this Sealed Artifact had extracted another Angel-level ability: Transformation Curse!
Sifa had witnessed this ability many times.
It could turn its target into another creature for an almost unlimited duration. Without resistance at the same level or the correct method, it could not be undone.
Putting away the Box of