Everyone’s attention shifted back to the vortex on the painting when the night master stretched out his other hand. After both hands emerged, the night master’s first action was not to pull his body through but to grip the edges of the vortex with bulging veins, tearing at it directly.
The vortex grew larger under the night master’s tugging.
Measured against the night master’s hands now, his size was absolutely comparable to a giant’s. The vortex had been too small before, only wide enough for two hands to squeeze through, but now he could enlarge it to accommodate his massive physique.
When the vortex had stretched to its limit, the night master’s head finally began to slowly emerge.
At first, only the top of his head was visible, where one could see that the night master’s hair was no more, replaced by blazing orange flames.
However, within those orange flames, there was a small tuft of purple flame, exceedingly special.
It radiated the same vibrations as the previous white Primeval Flame. Only, something carried by the flame seemed to have changed.
“Is that also Primeval Flame?!” someone asked.
The covetous looks of Aoluxiya and Komodo explained everything—
That purple flame was still Primeval Flame!
“You still want to compete with me?” Komodo glared fiercely at Aoluxiya, or rather, at the white Primeval Flame in Aoluxiya’s hands.
Aoluxiya did not respond, only looking at Komodo with indifferent eyes.
Neither Komodo nor Aoluxiya intended to let go, but neither made a move—at this moment, the purple Primeval Flame was atop the night master’s head.
Elsewhere, Angel looked at Fafnir, “Lord Fafnir, aren’t you going to fight for it?”
“What does it matter to me?”
Angel pointed to the Flame Mark on his earlobe.
Seeing that, Fafnir responded indifferently, “If Odeclass requires Primeval Flame, he will never subcontract it to others, he would step into that world himself.”
While Fafnir spoke, the night master’s head had completely emerged.
Moreover, with incredible speed, his upper body was freed from the other end of the vortex. However, the flames scorching the night master’s features and upper body made them hard to discern.
Until the night master’s tightly shut eyes opened. Amidst the roaring flames, a bright light shone forth.
As that light flickered, the fire engulfing the night master’s upper body, including his head, gradually dimmed. However, these flames did not vanish but transformed into a suit of armor covered in strange patterns.
Including his features, the night master’s face was now masked by this peculiarly textured face armor, reflecting a faint cold light.
The eyes on the face armor were covered by a thin, black layer. Although one couldn’t see the night master’s eyes through it, one could sense his cold and primitive gaze.
As the night master’s upper body all but emerged from the vortex, the humans led by Monty kept retreating.
Though the night master emitted no pressure, everyone understood that he had certainly reached that step.
Monty had already retired from his frost giant appearance, and hidden beneath his robe, his hand gripped a Mysterious Object radiating mystical vibrations. This object was his confidence for daring to come to Lassudral, and also the trump card for the Frostmoon Alliance.
Even though Angel had said that the night master seemed to hold no prejudice against humans or demons, Monty didn’t dare gamble on it.
If the night master truly made a move, Monty would have to abandon Aoluxiya and flee Lassudral for the time being.
At this thought, Monty’s gaze involuntarily shifted towards Angel on the other side.
At that moment, the night master slowly lifted his head, his eyes leisurely scanning the crowd outside. When his gaze passed over the demon and human factions, he made no pause.
It wasn’t until he saw Angel that the night master’s gaze hesitated. Then, his eyes moved on, sweeping past the burning gaze of Komodo before finally resting on Aoluxiya.