As soon as the door opened, the destructive wave of Chaos Flames I unleashed, containing my entire mana, engulfed the whole hall like a compressed inferno.
Within seconds, the interior began to burn like a molten furnace, reaching thousands of degrees.
A portion of the stone walls and pillars could not withstand the pressure of this sudden, massive explosion and shattered with a roar.
The hundreds of dog-faced mummies, giants, and other vile creatures filling the room... all those weak monsters, evaporated into nothingness the instant the dark fire touched them.
They vanished without understanding what hit them, without even a chance to scream.
When the cloud of dust and smoke cleared, the survivors were revealed. Sethrak, the Dungeon Boss, was still sitting on his throne.
With him were his elite guards, seven spearmen whose bodies were wrapped from head to toe in special runic cloths.
