Bab 373: The Disaster That Was Wrought In Sloria [Part 5]

The scenery darkened quickly; lusterless black flames with a vicious and unforgiving nature ignited around Northern and surged forth like night wraiths.

Painting the environment with guttural screams and ambient marks of destruction.

Northern did not mind the noise; they were music to his ears.

He pitied them really; if at least they had decided to join Raven… maybe… just maybe they could have been spared.

Black flame is an easy way for him to kill people without feeling like he killed people.

Having the vicious and unending flame burn them till they were nothing still felt better than directly stabbing them with his sword.

Although that did not mean it had any less effect in promoting his proficiency with the Void.

Sadly, Northern did not seem to even be caring about that anymore.

He nonchalantly walked amidst the flames like an emissary of its essence, deaf-eared to the screams and cries of agony as the flames danced around.