บท 78: The Descent into Madness

Before his orders could linger, Ifrit struck his fists against each other, his eager steps echoing as he led the march.

'Can't he feel fear, or does he love burning things that much?'

A wry smile stretched his lips as he followed with the other subjects.

Unlike the fiery-tempered Ifrit, they all scanned the area warily, noticing the sparse torches flickering with the whistling wind to illuminate the winding underground and the rubble covering the floor.

Amidst his observation, the noise of fabric rustling against skin entered his ears. Turning to see what caused it, his eyes narrowed at the two creatures holding their heads a few meters in front.

"What's happening?"

The question burned his lips as he scanned their bodies, noticing their smooth skins, the few scales covering them, and their reptilian faces... but also the green flames coursing through their bodies.

"They're trying to resist the demonification process."