Master Modir was an incredible man, and lately he had become quite famous among the adventurer teams operating outside—his feat of blasting an Element Lord straight into slag with seventeen terrifying spells was naturally the main reason, but another reason for the old man's soaring reputation was the tireless promotion by Laura and her companions after they returned to camp.
Of course, in the young huntress's opinion, most of that promotional effort came from her rather unreliable companions—she herself was naturally honest, dependable, cautious in speech, low-key, and thorough.
And in the tales spread by those unreliable companions, old mage Modir's feat had gradually escalated from "killing an Element Lord with seventeen spells" to "shattering a giant of flame with a single forbidden spell," then to "throwing a Fireball Spell that flattened an entire valley, including the giant of flame," while the latest version went like this:
During the encounter, old mage Modir let out a roar, casually cast a Glimmer Spell, then swung his staff and charged forward, smashing the Element Lord to pieces. He then rushed straight into the Elemental Rift, charged across the Fire Elemental Realm, slaughtered countless foes, swept across the entire lava plain, shoved the Fire Element Prince's head into a river of magma, beat him senseless, and departed calmly afterward, conveniently sealing the Elemental Rift on his way out—taking the door with him.
Naturally, no one dared believe this latest version. It had been born after an adventurer got extremely drunk, fully proving a famous truth among adventurers: the more you drink, the bigger the scene; the sooner you pass out, the better you fight.
Yet no matter how bizarre the various versions of these rumors became, the adventurers in camp agreed on at least one point: old mage Modir was powerful, a formidable