The scene abruptly vanished.
Sifa snapped his head up and looked out the window. Sure enough, a gigantic Flame Spear hurtled through the air, seemingly intent on pinning both of them down and killing them on the spot!
The Flame Spear came too fast. Although Sifa wanted to save Morse, at that moment, he could only prioritize his own survival.
Sifa barely had time to vault behind the sofa before a thunderous crash rang out from the window as the Flame Spear smashed it to pieces. Some of the flying shards shot toward Morse.
Just then, streams of nearly yellow crimson flame split off from the Flame Spear. Some wrapped around the shards, while others intercepted or pulverized them, leaving Morse completely unharmed.
As the Flame Spear passed Morse, it broke into flames that shot in every direction without hurting him in the slightest. They suddenly closed in around Sifa and converged on him.
Sifa looked around. Crimson flames filled his vision, blotting out everything else.
His hair curled, and the scorching heat made his eyes sting. In an instant, the flames engulfed him.
The flames soon dispersed, revealing a charred sofa and flakes of paper ash glimmering with embers.
The scattered flames gathered around Morse and formed a figure. He had slicked-back blond hair, a high nose bridge, green eyes, a broad chin, and a thick beard. His hulking frame stood over two meters tall, with the unmistakable features and build of a Feysac man.
His piercing gaze fell on the empty bed in the room. There, Sifa's silhouette took shape, and the elderly gentleman landed lightly, holding down his top hat.
"A Seer..." The Feysac man spat out the word, disgust filling his eyes. "And a Loen man at that!"
Sifa's current face had distinctly Loen features. Feysac