Just as Orff was about to seize the golden bottle, Sifa's gaze, which had been fixed ahead, shifted at some point. He casually glanced at Orff.
At the same time, Orff noticed that another arm had extended from beneath Sifa's armpit, its index finger pointing at him.
Then colorless, warmth-less, nearly transparent Ash Flame surged forth, striking Orff in an unavoidable blaze. It felt as if he had leaped into magma himself, and even as he cursed his own stupidity, he could not help screaming as the colorless, transparent flames burned him.
Just like that night when he had been betrayed.
Celeste's order had been to "follow that man," which implicitly meant watching Sifa and ensuring that he did not slack off.
Orff simply wanted too badly to distinguish himself. He had hoped to seize the golden bottle and rescue the captain, thereby making Celeste willing to invest in him and help him break through his current level.
Only then would he have enough strength to take revenge.
The screams made Celeste, on the other side of the black curtain, turn his head. He had already dispelled his incomplete Mythical Creature Form. Seeing Orff's body melting and evaporating, Celeste narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint pale light lit up within them.
The colorless, transparent flames on Orff's body rapidly weakened, withering away until they finally "died" and returned to their destination.
Orff's figure became faint as black ashes drifted from his entire body. Had Celeste been any slower, he would have been reduced to ashes.
"Always doing unnecessary things." Celeste snorted, glancing at Sifa again. "Akshay is still alive. At least you arrived in time. We can discuss anything else after we return."
Without even looking at the golden bottle, he raised a hand toward Orff. Orff flew toward