A pebble rolled down from a damaged wall of the fortress and landed beside Oramich's hand.
The Admiral no longer had the strength to so much as move a finger.
In the battle just now, every one of Sifa's strikes had carried the effect of Fatal Attack. The flaming net's enveloping attack in particular had dealt Oramich a devastating blow, both physically and mentally.
Sifa could not claim to be completely unscathed either.
But compared with Oramich, his injuries were practically negligible.
At that moment, a glow like rust mingled with fresh blood surged from his body once more.
Sifa raised a hand.
Streams of mottled, rust-red flame appeared out of thin air above his head, whistling as they converged.
A Fireball steadily grew larger.
In just two seconds, a massive dark crimson Fireball appeared above Sifa's head.
The Fireball seemed impure, its flames dotted with specks of light resembling rust.
Oramich's spiritual intuition screamed.
It warned him that he absolutely could not be struck by that Fireball.
But where could he find the strength to evade it now?
Oramich could not help cursing that Angel born into the royal family.
He suspected that the royal family intended to use this opportunity to eliminate non-royal members like him, but the Conspirer within him told him that was impossible.
Amid those chaotic thoughts,
Oramich saw Sifa lightly swing his raised arm toward him.
That mottled, dark crimson "sun" fell!
The instant it began to descend, Sifa had already leaped backward.
He soared high into the air.
He watched as the "sun" dropped into the fortress ruins. Everything swallowed by it silently vanished into ashes.
It skipped the stages of explosion and burning, going straight to the final outcome.
This was the Fireball Sifa had created by gathering the power of his