Before the fire spread to the entire Initial Firestove, and the roar of the flames covered the scene, Leon's wailing was clearly audible.
Oh right, he's still wailing now, just that the sound has been suppressed.
The perception of pain occupied ninety percent of Leon's mental space, the remaining thinking capacity constantly pondering one thing:
Crying like this while transmitting fire is just too lame ahhh!
He could feel that everything about him was rapidly burning.
The first to burn was the quantity of souls he possessed; those massive souls sufficient to level up two or three times were burned to ashes.
Then burned were those few King's Souls, as the King's Souls were burned one after the other, his elevated strength plummeted suddenly.
When finally there was nothing else left to burn, the fuel became the levels he had accumulated till now.
The levels beyond two hundred were rapidly declining until in the flames...
Zero!
