Chapter 69
"Hellfire, reload at any time!"
Even though she wasn't holding her flamethrower, Ifrit still shouted the familiar phrase out of habit. At the same time, flames erupted around her, living up to the name of Hellfire.
Yoren was no ordinary man. Beyond his sheer physical strength, his perception of energy was extraordinary, especially when it came to the Originium Arts that were open for use.
Just before Ifrit's flames exploded, Yoren took a quick scan of his surroundings.
The Turtle Man was outside. In the restaurant, aside from Red, and the two Infected he had knocked down, only a crowd of stunned onlookers remained. And Ifrit's fiery spectacle was no different from a modified suicide truck.
Having been engulfed in flames before, Yoren knew that kind of pain all too well—the kind that could haunt a man in his sleep.
There was no time to hesitate. The restaurant was packed with people, and Yoren wasn't a savior. He could only make one choice: escape, fast.
Boom!
A blast of fire erupted from Ifrit, consuming the entire restaurant in an instant.
Yoren barely made it to the door before the explosion reached him. More accurately, the shockwave hurled him out like a ragdoll.
As he tumbled through the air, he reached for Snowsant, who stood frozen in place. The moment his arms wrapped around her, they hit the ground, rolling into the alley across the street, tangled like a pair of bedsheets caught in the wind.