Compared to the narrow passageways, the domed cavern had a remarkably high ceiling.
Sharp, massive rock formations protruded from the center of the highest dome, as though they might collapse at any moment if struck.
The uneven rock walls looked as though something had burst through them, scattering shattered fragments all around.
The spacious area, large enough to accommodate several adventurer parties, rang with raucous cries.
A dense horde of Al-Miraj mixed with Hellhounds assaulted the people in the cavern.
The two pressed against the wall fought back against the monsters.
Liber swung the longsword in his hand. Not only did he swiftly parry and slash with his own hands, but several weapons also flew through the air, cutting into the dense monster horde—yet they achieved little.
Most were nimbly blocked by the rabbits wielding stone weapons. More often, it was the occasional blade that darted out beside the monsters that caught them by surprise and reduced their numbers.
At that moment, several large masses of flame flew out from the dense horde, streaking toward the pair pressed against the rock wall with scorching heat.
The blazing fireballs suddenly lit up the dim cavern. As the light flared, searing heat rushed toward them.
Liber suddenly drove back the surrounding monsters and stepped in front of Lefiya. He grabbed the lower edge of his cloak and pulled it up before him, completely wrapping himself in Salamander Wool.
The next second, several basketball-sized fireballs came hurtling in.
The scorching heat instantly washed over his entire body, reddening Liber's face as sparks scattered off to either side. Yet he was not engulfed by the flames.
His powerful physique withstood the impact of the fireballs. Other than the sharp pain of impact, he felt no injuries at all and was virtually unscathed.
Even after