A violent explosion formed a pillar of fire, engulfing Lin Yun and everything around him.
"Mr. Silent!" "Silent!" "Ah!" "How could this happen?" All kinds of reactions erupted after Lin Yun's explosion, including the uncertain look on the Bard's face at the very back, as if he were thinking about something.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough." When the explosion subsided, the battlefield seemed to have been cleared. No—in truth, it had become even more chaotic. Blood and corpses were everywhere. Under Lin Yun's "spells," which were practically like setting off bombs, and that explosion, the place looked as if it had been bombarded. Even the ground beneath Lin Yun's feet had sunk in a little, making the scene look terrifying.
Leaning heavily on the Heavy Mace like a cane, Lin Yun stood there looking like a lump of charcoal. He was in a truly sorry state.
He had still had 29 HP, but this attack had dropped him straight to 4. Lin Yun tried to use his Arcana Knowledge to work out what had happened, and then...
"D20+2=17, success." A piece of knowledge and an explanation appeared in Lin Yun's mind. First, this trap was a magic trap, and the spell inside it was Flame Strike, a 5th-level spell. It required a Dexterity save and dealt 4D6 radiant damage and 4D6 fire damage. Given that he had failed the Dexterity save and lost only 24 HP—just half the maximum damage—he had every reason to be grateful.
Normally, a magic trap like this, especially one inside a fortress, should have been triggered manually by a wizard in the fortress, so it could be used to attack enemies without wasting Spell Slots.
But it seemed Lin Yun's Sonic Boom had been too powerful, and the blast had affected the trap's trigger mechanism, setting