Under the relentless wrath of a fiery volcano, the surroundings were a relentless testant to the power of nature. Heat hung heavy in the air, suffocating like a smothering blanket. Lava flowed in andering streams, a fiery serpent of molten rock that cut through the scorched earth. Plus of acrid smoke billowed into the sky, their dark tendrils snaking upwards, as if trying to escape the relentless heat that oppressed this land.
Amidst this inferno, a fierce battle raged. A group of n and won, clad in rugged gear and sweat-soaked clothes, faced off against a colossal lava slug. This grotesque creature, standing at least ten ters tall, was a grotesque amalgamation of hardened magma and molten lava.
Its body was a dark, obsidian black, pockmarked with fiery red cracks that oozed with molten lava. Enormous, bulging eyes, red as burning coals, protruded from its grotesque face. Rows of sharp, obsidian spikes adorned its back, like a crown atop its fluid form.
Standing on the periphery, a man draped in a crimson robe defied the oppressive heat. His skin, a deep shade of bronze, bore no trace of sweat. A sly, almost mocking smile graced his features, and his hair, a striking crimson, spiked upward in a natural defiance of the elents.
He watched on as the battle continued, tapping on his wooden staff which he used as a makeshift cane. After a few more monts watching on, he murmured, "It’s about ti we finish this."
As the man in the crimson robe lifted his wooden staff, the air around him seed to tremble in anticipation. His chanting was like an ancient lody, a weaving of words that summoned power from the very depths of the earth. The mana gathered above his staff, a swirling vortex of energy that resonated with the volcanic fury of the surroundings.
His gaze remained locked on the colossal lava slug, his intent nothing short of lethal. In those monts, it was as if the very world held its breath.
Then, with a final, decisive motion, he pushed his staff forward. The collected mana erupted, morphing into dark crimson flas that danced upon the staff like malevolent spirits. It was a fire born of both magic and rage, a harbinger of destruction.
The torrent of flas surged forward, a searing inferno unleashed upon the lava slug. It struck the monstrous creature with the fury of a blazing teor, engulfing it in roaring, dark red flas. The earth trembled beneath the cataclysmic impact, and the very air seed to scream in protest.
The man’s sly grin returned as he watched the horrifying spectacle unfold. The lava slug writhed and convulsed within the unrelenting blaze, its obsidian form crumbling and lting. The acrid stench of burning rock and sulfurous fus filled the air as the creature howled in agony, its monstrous roars echoing in the inferno.
With a voice barely above a whisper, he uttered a single word. "Burn."
Seeing the excruciating demise of the lava slug, the n and won who were embroiled in the earlier fight did not have much of a reaction. They rely took a few steps back, making sure to avoid the deep crimson flas that were eating away at the now lifeless corpse of the monster.
[Congratulations, you have cleared the Gastropod Volcano dungeon]
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The man in the crimson robe walked over to the corpse, watching the crimson flas continue to eat away at the body. With a wave of his hand the vicious flas receded, crumbling into motes of light which dispersed evenly.
"Clean up the drops before we’re teleported out." The man said, his tone authoritative.
"Yes Leader." the n and won said in unison, dispersing throughout the battlefield with practiced movents. It was clear that this was not their first ti clearing the dungeon.
One man stayed behind, taking his place to the left of the man in the crimson robes. He was of average height and wore a tight fitted dark robe with a hood that covered most of his features.
"Fla Caster, how many tis have you cleared this dungeon now?" The man asked, his tone neither servile nor overbearing. However there was a hint of callousness hidden behind the words, as if he had no regard for anyone.
"None of your business Shadow. The only reason I let you tag along was because of our agreent." The man called Fla Caster retorted disparagingly.
"Hmph." Shadow grunted, showing his displeasure at the response he received. Were it not for the fact that he feared the penalty for killing another human, he would have no qualms with assassinating the bastard beside him. Whether he could succeed or not was another matter altogether.
"When are we eting up with #1 and #6?" Choosing to ignore the rude response, Shadow asked. The sooner he completed his job, the sooner he could distance himself from the crimson robed lunatic beside him.
Fla Caster turned his head slightly, a look of annoyance creeping onto his features. His green eyes seed to bore holes into the hooded figure, not bothering to mask the dislike he felt towards the other party.
"Next week. You’ll know more details eventually." He said simply, before turning around and walking away. In truth, he did not trust Shadow as far as he could throw him. The Assassin was ranked #3 on the supporters list, one rank above himself.
Because he was a supporter, he also had access to the supporter chat function, aning that there was a chance he could contact his current target and warn them in advance. Therefore he chose to keep the details a mystery, for as long as possible without raising suspicion.
Shadow watched Fla Caster walk away, exposing his back towards him. His fingers twitched and reached for his dagger by his waist out of habit, wanting nothing more than to put an end to the smug bastard in front of him. Yet reason eventually won out, forcing him to let out a small sigh of annoyance.
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