The priest was engulfed in flames. A sea of reddish and orange flames, tinged by the electric blue of Raiju's lightning.
If circumstances had been different, Alioth could have appreciated the beauty of those colors.
A sea of hundreds of reddish and orange hues with blue traces and trails, it was beautiful if you forgot the fact that someone was burning there.
However, the priest's figure became sinister, making that "painting" much more disturbing.
He was smiling, an especially pronounced and unnatural smile.
His hollow eyes fixed on Alioth, analyzing, as if he were seeing something especially entertaining.
And with a blink, he disappeared, completely leaving Alioth's field of vision.
However, he knew he was behind him, he could feel that ominous presence behind him.
The smell of chemicals mixed with that of burnt wood.
Smoke was starting to enter his lungs, perhaps using fire in a closed space wasn't the best idea.
