Like a Python Coiling Around Its Prey
The "unsportsmanlike" Fireball that slammed into the Magic Frog Lord's face left it completely stunned.
It wasn't really fair to blame the Maze Lord for letting its guard down. Gauss had simply cast the spell too fast.
"BOOM!!!"
Raging flames erupted with a powerful shock wave, sending the Magic Frog Lord flying.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
When the giant frog hit the ground, several of the ugly sacs covering its body had burst. Multicolored blobs of magical mucus splattered across the ground, leaving countless pits of varying sizes.
The Magic Frog Lord shook its head slightly, apparently still reeling from the force of the Fireball's explosion.
A short distance away, Gauss breathed a little easier.
He'd regretted casting the Fireball almost as soon as he'd released it.
Not because he thought it was too weak. On the contrary, he was worried it was too powerful.
His Magic User class was only level 7, but his magic was far purer and more abundant than that of other adventurers at his level. He also had more racial Talents and class feats capable of strengthening his spells. He might even surpass 11th-level Spellcasters. Otherwise, how could he possibly match those level 11 adventurers without the "Domain"—a "trump card" powerful enough to bring about a qualitative leap in strength?
A spell's power was closely tied to magic, feats, and Talents.
Though Fireball was only a 3rd Ring Spell, in his hands it was far more powerful than even a 4th Ring Spell.
And just as humans had different classes, monsters had their own strengths and weaknesses. The giant frog clearly leaned toward magic, not the steel-boned strength of a Warrior.
That was why he'd been afraid that the "Mage" would fail to dodge and its frail body would be