"What did you do!?"
Purple and green flames exploded, their streams intertwining through the vast stone chamber as the fire built and roared.
The spider temple shook under the sudden blast. Scarlet mist vanished between the wind and flames.
Shock mingled with hatred in the Spider Silk Matron Mother's eyes.
She could not understand how fire could spread through this temple.
The oil lamp in her hand burned with magical flame, fueled by crushed Fire Beetle glands.
Magic kept it at a constant temperature. Even the gale from Wind Creation Spell could not extinguish it; it would burn until the last trace of gland was gone.
Its black casing was made from the hard shell of a Hook Horror. Ordinary impacts could not so much as dent it. Only an exceptionally tough blunt weapon could break its structure...
That was why she had never thought this specially made lamp could threaten the captives on the webs.
Yet the impossible had happened before her eyes.
Why?
In her moment of bewilderment, she recalled Tang's seemingly pointless question: "Do you believe?"
Was it that die!?
He had rolled a [20]...
What did that mean!?
She had no time to think. Even a brief hesitation would give those two damned Do'Urdens another chance to escape.
She drove her nails into her chest and drew a bloody spider Holy Emblem across her exposed, pale-purple skin.
Black shadow seeped from the emblem like mist. At her chant, it gathered into a spear and hurtled toward Tang, trailing dense black fog!
"Critical Wounds!"
This Sixth Ring spell of the Necromancy School carried every common affliction in the world.
Poison, bleeding, plague, festering sores...
Any one of them would inflict pain beyond what an ordinary person could bear.
Yet this spell had never taken a life. Like