74 The Knight of Ahriman, Belphegor di Angra!

'All struggles end before the reality of defeat.' Mithras' words boomed in Akamana's mind. And in that instant, the Grand Priestess no longer saw the dragon youth. In her eyes, Mithras had become a purple sun, shining with stunning rays as he settled at the zenith of the world. So divine and perfect, truly mesmerizing. 

Then the reality of the situation settled in, and the Grand Priestess spiraled into another daze, a chill going up her spine as she gasped in confusion. 

It wasn't just about the debuff. A Pyromantic Thesis' power and potential depended on the Inner Flame that shaped it. Though flawed and far from completion, Mithras' Thesis came from the Violet Flame, making it equal to a tyrant-class ability. And as the Million Snakes of the Burning Hell roasted him from the inside out, Mithras' current Sid Level…had ballooned to over 500,000 units—a hundred times more than the initial value!