With this understanding, wisps of crimson flame rose within each "Sifa."
They fused together, transforming into Sifa's body.
But at that moment, a crimson, illusory banner rose in the void.
The banner was stained with blood. It continued expanding until it finally became an obscured humanoid figure riding a Chariot.
The humanoid figure formed from flames lunged at Sifa.
It turned into flames and completely enveloped Sifa.
Wrapped in that blaze, Sifa immediately heard numerous illusory roars.
At that instant.
He seemed to have returned to the battlefield, vaguely seeing figures engaged in battle.
Those figures were on land, in the ocean, in the void, and within the Starry Sky.
They charged toward enormous, bizarre, distorted figures that were impossible to describe accurately.
Those distorted figures were all obscured, as if shrouded in mist. Occasionally, a small part of their bodies would emerge from the fog. Every detail of those exposed parts was incomparably terrifying; a single glance was enough to drive ordinary humans mad and kill them.
In an instant.
Sifa arrived at the brink of Loss of Control.
But at this moment, he had already recovered part of his awareness.
Sifa had recovered part of his awareness.
Through the ritual, through conquering the Southern Continent and planting war banners across every corner of the continent, through the spread of the Lord of War—
He relied on all his Anchors to stabilize himself and pull himself back from the brink of Loss of Control.
Yet every advancement.
Was a kind of tug-of-war.
A tug-of-war between Divinity and Humanity, between Loss of Control and normality.
Sifa had now stabilized himself somewhat, but the Red Priest potion was continuing to erode him.
This caused Sifa's thoughts to scatter uncontrollably once more.
He continued expanding and burning like flames, as if he