The moment the tongues of fire licked the wall, the dark red Flesh let out a sharp sizzling sound. Its surface was charred black and curled up, peeling away in large sheets that crashed to the ground, trailing black smoke and an unbearable stench.
The bronze wall took on a dark red glow beneath the extreme heat. Rather than warping in the flames, the Inscription patterns seemed faintly to be recovering.
Watching the luster return to the inscriptions, the Great Ascendant nodded in satisfaction.
It seemed Flame was still effective.
The thick nozzle slowly swept from side to side, and the pillar of fire moved with it, scorching the wall from its base to its summit.
Where the blaze had passed, the Flesh had indeed been burned clean away, revealing the red-hot bronze beneath.
But as the Great Ascendant stared at that stripped section of wall, his silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly.
Before the wall had even cooled, new Flesh was already seeping out from its base.
It was not spreading especially quickly, but it was visible to the naked eye.
Fine dark red threads emerged from the gaps between the Inscription patterns, spreading strand by strand to both sides like a wildly proliferating plant.
This thing could replenish itself endlessly from underground. At this rate, no matter how much they burned away, they would never solve the problem at its Root.
The Great Ascendant did not stop the Flame Thrower.
He knew that every moment they could delay it mattered. Klaus's task for him had been to hold back this thing's spread.
If his side could hold it back, then theoretically, the other four walls could do the same.
Several dozen paces from the wall stood a temporary outpost.
Several sealed glass containers sat on a simple folding iron table,