A yellow flame sprang from the void.
Shabriri appeared again, and she embraced Margit without hesitation.
In a flash, the Frenzied Flame climbed onto his body.
Yellow flames spread from his shoulders to his chest, igniting his burlap clothes and burning dimly across his body.
Margit let out a low sound of pain.
Both the player and Tracker were startled by the sudden turn of events.
Tracker drew his golden sword, but it was already too late.
Shabriri's voice came from within the flames, carrying an excitement suppressed for so long that it bordered on madness.
"Sorry for the wait, long-unseen Grace King. It took quite some effort to invite you here..."
The flames burned on Margit's body, growing fiercer and fiercer until a sea of yellow fire engulfed him.
"How unfortunate. Though you rejected me, the Frenzied Flame never rejected you... let the despair accumulated here over a thousand years help you become the true Lord of Frenzied Flame!"
Margit struggled to break free, but once the Frenzied Flame truly took hold, there was almost no remedy.
Having achieved his aim, Shabriri turned into countless tiny yellow motes of light that scattered through the air.
That eerie laughter still echoed in the air, growing more distant and fainter until it finally vanished into the wind.
But Margit had become an enemy too. In that hurried moment, he decisively sacrificed the pawn to save the king... Margit lost consciousness.
His eyes became burning yellow slits, with no trace of reason left in them.
The maddened Margit began attacking the player.
He pulled out the great club embedded in the ground, yellow Frenzied Flame coiling around it. He charged at the player, raised the club high, and brought it crashing down with a howl of wind.
A health bar appeared on