Monster...no, more accurately, a demon.
The priest frantically ran for his life, occasionally glancing back. He saw a silver-armored knight laughing wildly while swinging a greatsword enveloped in black flames, moving like lightning among the cultists of the Church of Blood. Every time he brushed past them, a cultist would ignite and, screaming, turn to ash.
To be killed by such a creature, would one's soul truly not be taken?
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he couldn't help but run faster, fearing being slain by Ahtal.
However, just as he withdrew his gaze and looked ahead, a hand reached out towards his face.
Through the gaps between the fingers, Ahtal's face appeared before his eyes.
His heart plunged into an abyss of despair.
"Where do you think you're going?" Xi Mu grinned, and amidst the priest's horrified gaze, his palm burst into Ash Fire, instantly engulfing the priest and reducing him to a wisp of ash.
