On the northern foot of Furnace Island is a winding cape area.
Medea stood in the shallow sea, with soft white sand under her feet and waves splashing against her white calves.
In the cold sea water, even if the flame ability goes out of control, it will not reach a dangerously high temperature in a short period of time.
Ask touched her face carefully and then drew back quickly.
Medea only felt a buzzing in her head, as if endless negative emotions were surging up.
This time her consciousness did not fall into a coma like the previous times when she went berserk, but some memories that were sealed deep in her consciousness returned to her mind.
"Do you understand?" a female voice asked in my mind.
“So… that’s how it is.” Medea replied.
"Leave it to me next." said the female voice.
Before Aske's eyes, Medea, standing in the sea, began to burn.
Flames rose from the soles of her feet, and not even the sea water could swallow them.
The collision of water and fire produced hot white gas and smoke.
"Hehehe..." Medea, with her head lowered, laughed hysterically.
"Who are you?" Ask was already certain that the person in front of him was not Medea herself.
This should be what she called the secondary personality.
"Medea." She raised her head with a strange smile, parted her hair on both sides, and there seemed to be a strange fire burning in her eyes. "Look, I am Medea."
"I thought you would give yourself a new name after you became an independent personality." Ask said lightly.
"You are wrong, I am not her alter ego." The corners of her mouth opened, like a devil's grin, "I am just her..."
"… the dark side."
"The dark side?" Ask asked.
The flames around Medea became more intense, and even the sea water seemed to boil. Ask was forced to step back several steps and stand on the reef.
"You know what?" Medea tilted her head and looked at him, "For a normal succubus bloodline, the main sequence should be desire."
"But for me, my main sequence has always been flame since I was born."
"Since birth." Ask frowned, "Were you already a transcendent when you were born?"
"Yes." Medea tangled her fingers around the red hair, "He is a Flame V transcendent."
"For any sequence of potions, the highest is only IV," said Ask.
"No, it's not a magic potion." Medea sneered, seeming a little bored. "So, even you only know this much about power?"
"I understand." Ask said solemnly, "It's Purgatory."
"Your birth was contaminated by the will of Purgatory."
"Eh?" Medea stared at him. "You also know about the Will of Purgatory? Then do you know what the origin of the Will of Purgatory is?"
"Pain," Ask replied, "The origin of the underworld is sorrow, and the origin of the abyss is despair."
"And the origin of purgatory is pain."
"Ah..." Medea seemed to sigh, "Yes, among all the emotions, only the strongest negative emotions can sink to the bottom of the subconscious ocean."