Atlas drew the Fang of Infernos from his Inventory, the spear humming with heat as it came alive in his grip. He spun it once, steady and confident, grounding himself in perfect stance.
The Lava Hounds encircled him, snarling as they launched forward from every direction.
With flawless precision, Atlas flowed into motion. He sidestepped the first lunge, spun the spear, and drove it clean through the charging beast, lifting it effortlessly before hurling it skyward in a burst of searing light.
Without pause, he pivoted into the next, the spear cutting through the air in arcs of fire. Sweeping strikes, targeted thrusts, rapid movements. Each one deliberate, efficient, and devastating.
Within seconds, all four Lava Hounds, each of them level 50 and above, lay defeated at his feet!
The soldiers watching from the hillside stared, mouths open, stunned into silence.
"No way…"
"Did the Lord just… win without even breaking rhythm?"
"I couldn't even track his movements."
