Facing Fear (Monday, Please Subscribe~)

With the help of the "Paper Figurine Substitute," Sifa appeared in a corner of the hall, beside the golden platform. At this moment, dark purple flames filled the entire hall, but Sifa had prepared for this. The instant he appeared, he spread his hands and released a mass of orange-red flames.

They spread outward, repelling the purple fire and clearing a safe space for Sifa.

"I don't know who you are."

"Nor do I know how you learned about my past. But I can tell you this: I changed through my own efforts. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and nothing to do with you!"

"Besides, I cannot agree with your understanding of flames."

"We are not flames themselves, much less disasters themselves."

"We are Pyromaniacs, people who wield flames, people who bring disasters. When we use the power of flames, we must also bear the price that comes with it and shoulder the guilt of spreading disaster."

"Rather than blaming everything on flames. A Pyromaniac should not be ruled by flames, but should rule them!"

"Flames are mounts. They are subjects."

"And we should be their masters, their kings!"

Sifa felt his spirituality stir and the remnants of the potion diminish, as though they approved of his understanding. The flames in the hall, whether Sifa's orange-red flames or Road's eerie purple fire, began circling around Sifa like subjects surrounding their sovereign, prostrating themselves in worship.

Sifa raised a hand.

The orange-red and dark purple flames howled as they swirled together, converging above Sifa's head into a new color.

Crimson!

A crimson Fireball gradually grew larger. Flames of orange-red and dark purple revolved around it, pouring into it without pause and becoming nourishment for its growth.

Holding up that crimson Fireball, which radiated light like a solar corona,