"Well, this is really troubleso..."
Inside the crater of Mount Durnhak, Leon hovered in the air, holding the Holy Sword of Zenith in his left hand.
However, his condition was far from ideal. His black robe was torn and wrinkled, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled.
Even his handso face showed clear signs of exhaustion.
About thirty ters away, a massive Hydra floated nacingly. All nine of its heads had their mouths wide open, as if threatening to strike at any mont.
The Hydra’s appearance had changed drastically. What was once a forty-ter-tall creature had now grown to over a hundred ters, with sharp spines protruding from each of its heads.
Crystals of various colors—red, blue, brown, gray, and more—glowed from the forehead of each head.
These crystals represented the elental powers each head possessed.
Leon was just fighting the monster, but he was pushed into a disadvantageous position.
It wasn’t because he was holding back or taking the fight lightly—the battlefield itself was completely against him.
Leon’s eyes shifted to the ground, where fiery red magma had begun to rise toward the surface.
This was all caused by the Hydra destroying the stone pillars that once supported the crater’s structure.
As a result, the previously dormant magma had started to react. It wouldn’t be long before it erupted violently, triggering a catastrophic volcanic explosion.
"Miranda, have the dwarves evacuated the mountain yet?" Leon asked.
There was a mont of silence. Then, after a few seconds, Miranda’s relieved voice echoed in his mind.
"Don’t worry, Young Master. Morgrim managed to convince them. The dwarves are retreating from the mountain as we speak."
"Good," Leon murmured with a sigh of relief. A confident smile spread across his face as the Holy Sword of Zenith slowly vanished from his hand.
*Whoosh!*
The holy power surrounding Leon faded, replaced by a majestic, electrifying golden aura.
The sudden transformation made the Hydra wary. One of its heads—the fire elental—opened its jaws wide.
Monts later, a fireball the size of a house ford and launched straight toward Leon.
Yet, he didn’t show a hint of fear.
Before the fireball reached him, Leon vanished from his position and reappeared thirty ters away.
The fireball missed, crashing into one of the stone pillars and shattering it into massive chunks that tumbled into the sea of magma below.
Once again, magma surged upward, and the rising pressure pushed the surface even higher.
*Buzz!*
Two exquisite, gold-colored wings suddenly appeared on Leon’s back—they were his dragon wings.
He pointed a middle finger at the Hydra and shouted, "You stupid creature, co after if you can!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, his body shot to the right, slamming into the side of the mountain before vanishing from sight.
Enraged, the Hydra roared and refused to let him escape.
Its massive body surged forward with terrifying speed, crashing into the sa side of the mountain. The impact shook the entirety of Mount Durnhak.
***
"Co on, everyone! Hurry! Mount Durnhak is no longer safe!"
From the top of the tallest building in Valgrund City, Morgrim shouted at the top of his lungs, guiding the dwarves who were already crowding toward the exit.
Soldiers stood nearby, helping maintain order—ensuring the people moved quickly without pushing or trampling one another.
Behind him, Elina watched the scene with focused, curious eyes.
In her entire life, she had never witnessed an evacuation of this scale.
To Elina, the sight was strangely fascinating.
"Your Highness, please hurry and evacuate! Leave this to and the other soldiers!"
A worried female voice called out from behind. Morgrim turned to see Milda.
Ever since her defeat at Leon’s hands, Milda had changed significantly. She was no longer stubborn but more open-minded.
And after the Dwarven curse was lifted by Leon, she began following orders without resistance.
"It’s alright, Milda. As the prince and rightful leader of the Dwarven race, it’s my duty to ensure my people’s safety," Morgrim said firmly.
"Your Highness, you..." Milda stared at him with a conflicted expression.
Only now did she realize how wrong she had been about him. The prince she once believed was a traitor had proven himself to be responsible and dependable.
If ti travel were possible, she would go back just to slap her past self for being so blind and stubborn.
*Dum! Dum!*
Suddenly, the ground quaked violently, and everything around them trembled.
Elina, Morgrim, Milda, and the panicked dwarves instinctively looked up, then ducked down, shielding their heads from the small rocks falling from above.
Monts later, the tremors ceased, and a wave of relief spread through the crowd.
Morgrim quickly stood up and shouted, "Move faster! Open two additional paths to the right—now!"
At his command, the soldiers sprang into action. Twenty black-armored soldiers rushed toward the exit and began clearing two additional lanes, just as ordered.
Morgrim then turned to Milda and asked, "Have the soldiers assigned to evacuate the treasure hall completed their task?"
Milda gave a quick nod. "Don’t worry, Your Highness. It’s done. They’ve cleared it out completely—everything is safe."
"Good," Morgrim said with a satisfied nod.
The treasure hall was not only the most secure area but also the most complex.
It was filled with magical traps and hidden chanisms—precautions built to protect their treasures in the event of an unforeseen disaster like this.
Just as things seed to be improving, sothing unexpected happened.
Two massive boulders ca crashing down from the upper cliffs of the mountain.
Judging by their trajectory, they were heading straight for the evacuation route—directly toward Morgrim, Milda, Elina, and the line of fleeing dwarves.
"Not good!" Milda cried out in horror.
She tried to run toward Morgrim and Elina to save them, but it was too late.
The two boulders were sliding down too fast—her legs didn’t even have ti to react.
Just as everyone braced for the worst, two enormous green roots suddenly burst from the ground.
They shot upward and caught the falling boulders just before they could hit.
The sight left the dwarves stunned—including Morgrim.
He imdiately turned around, searching for the source—and found it.
"Lady Elina, you..." he began, but Elina gently shook her head, offering a faint smile.
"Don’t worry about that. Just focus on getting the dwarves out. I won’t be able to hold them for long."
Hearing that, Morgrim clenched his jaw and nodded firmly.
"Understood. Please hang in there a little longer, Lady Elina!"
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