"Strange," Aurelian muttered, inhaling sharply. The air seemed to grow hotter the further he advanced. The stones lining the ground looked scorched, he took note of everything as he raised his guard.
The aura pressing against him grew stronger. Too bad for it, he had his primordial Will of Lust, which made him invulnerable. To him, it acted only as a beacon, leaving him largely unaffected.
"Huh?" Aurelian halted, his eyes narrowing as he spotted an opening in the distance. Faint echoes of clashing steel and human voices carried through the air.
Was there already a group challenging the dungeon boss? His brows furrowed as he picked up his pace, closing the distance until the battlefield finally unfolded before him.
The wastelands opened into a small island surrounded by bubbling lava.
"Guess that's where the rocks went," he muttered, his earlier questions partly answered before he shifted his attention to the group ahead.
