Ice fell.
Accompanied by massive, raging blizzards roaring forth, everything in the straight passage was frozen in an instant.
At the moment the freezing, bone-piercing blizzard bathed the area, the blood-red tentacles that tried to stop Fron's advance paused for only a single instant, then let out a shriek, instantly frozen solid.
In the next moment, the blizzard ground them into powder, wiping them completely from existence.
"Boom."
The gate forged from the Orichalcum couldn't withstand even three seconds under Fron's strongest bombardment. It was instantly turned into brittle shards.
Everyone knew extreme cold was the natural enemy of metal.
Even if the hardest metals were enhanced by smithing abilities and bestowed with high-temperature and low-temperature resistance, they clearly stood no chance against this attack.
Frozen into an enormous block of ice, the gate cracked apart, crack, crack, shattering into pieces that scattered across the floor.
A massive staircase leading downward finally revealed itself.
This was the staircase passage leading to the closest route toward the fourteenth floor.
All obstacles were destroyed under Fron's absolute power. He gripped his staff-spear, flicked his cloak, and strode forward without looking back.
Anakitty, Amid, and even the adventurers in the unit stared blankly at each other, dumbfounded.
"F-Fron… his magic's destructive power is even stronger than before. This isn't my imagination, right, Anakitty?"
Anakitty girl could no longer maintain her usual calm. Her delicate face stiffened as she nodded.
"Hey, what are you all waiting for? Let's go!"
Fron turned back and reminded them in a "light" tone, just because he had only exerted a teeny tiny bit more effort than necessary.
The impression this gave was simply… this guy is way too full of himself…!
Trying their best to suppress the urge to complain, Anakitty and Amid silently followed.
"So cool! As expected of Fron Argon!"
"..."
…
With shouts, the adventurers rushed into the formation and advanced forward.
Knossos, the fourteenth floor.
Fron was the first to step into the designated floor, the final battlefield. He swept his gaze around with a serious expression.
Just as he expected, he narrowed his eyes at the sight before him.
As expected, every corner of the fourteenth floor was covered in Green Flesh.
It was as though the entire place had been swapped out, leaving none of the original traces; a complete transformation.
However, unlike the other floors where the "residue" pulsed like festering tumors, here the Green Flesh formed neat, intentionally constructed roads, similar to the pantry on the twenty-fourth floor.
A thin layer of green flesh covered the stone floor like a smooth carpet. Not just the floor, walls and ceiling alike were coated seamlessly, like the work of a master stonemason.
This eerie, law-defying, twisted beauty mocked the intruders, telling them this was no man-made domain.
Its color was no longer the poisonous dark green from before, but a pale green.
The faintly glowing green passageway even carried… how to put it… the fantastical colors of a fairy tale, something that shouldn't exist in reality.
Seeing this scene, Fron immediately recalled the chapter in the Heroic Saga describing sacred altars.
"As expected of what they call a 'Divine Avatar', even if it's a Fallen Spirit, it still possesses such miraculous power."
Yes, standing here, Fron clearly sensed something completely different from the cold, artificial feel of Knossos.
This scenery was unlike anything they had witnessed so far,
It was identical to the Dungeon, which filled adventurers with awe through its "unknown."
Gradually, Anakitty, Amid, and the fifth unit's adventurers emerged from the staircase as well, and froze, staring blankly at the fantastical view.
All were speechless, shaken to their core.
Compared to them, Fron recovered first. He carefully examined the surroundings, then,
"…?" He lowered his head in silence, staring at the "carpet" beneath his feet.
On the pale green flesh covering the floor, several glowing lines flowed across it.
They resembled the neon RGB light strips from his previous life, those flashy, dazzling tech displays.
On the surface, nothing too strange.
But here, on the final stage, something so abnormal immediately put him on guard, especially since… within those "light bands," he sensed a terrifying magical presence.
Right beside him, Amid and Anakitty noticed his reaction.
Following his gaze, they looked down, and also noticed something that shocked them.
"This is… a magic circuit?" Unlike Fron, they were native residents. Their first thought was the common magic circuitry widely seen in magic devices.
Straight lines, curves, forming a pattern like a crest. Several adventurers even lifted one foot, tilting their heads to inspect it.
"A light strip? No, it's not that simple. This thing…"
With a wry smile, Fron stepped on the glowing line and spoke the answer that startled them all:
"This thing is a magic circle."
"No way… don't tell me…"
"Yeah, it's exactly what you're thinking, the 'Ring Spell' formed by six Fallen Spirits connected together."
With this confirmed by Fron, everyone's hearts tightened.
"Finally… we've reached the core."