In the next instant, the Fire Spirit's body began to burn.
Orange flames completely enveloped his figure, but it was not a destructive fire. It was a fire of departure.
As if the Spirit itself were transforming into pure energy to travel somewhere far away.
First, the arms disappeared.
Then, the torso.
Then, the head.
The intensity increased continuously, the glow becoming almost unbearable.
Five seconds later...
Nothing remained.
The Spirit simply vanished.
As if it had never existed.
Silence once again dominated the dome. Only Kyrian, the altar, and the bubbling magma below remained.
Kyrian stood watching the place where the Spirit had been for a few seconds.
'We'll meet again. In the Central Region.' He thought.
Then, he noticed something.
The enormous red barriers separating the magma from the chamber were disappearing.
