A red fire burned from Harry's hands and slowly spread up from there.
"Pain! That's it! Make it more painful!" he yelled out in madness.
The King looked at the red fire burning on him and smirked but he was also waiting in fear of that young lady to appear.
The fire in Harry's hands was everywhere in the castle. If someone other than of royal bloodline entered the tunnels, they would die of burning. This was that same fire that had incinerated thousands before.
It burns starting flesh, then blood, and finally the soul itself. It was something that had no defense against.
But the King was unsure. What if that lady was able to stop it? He guessed that the woman was already an Awakened. What else could she be?
Only a Blasphemous Gifted at Stage 5 was another option in his mind. An otherworldly cultivator was not something he had thought of at all.