The instant those words fell, three crimson beams of flame erupted at once, hurtling toward the two of them like three venomous snakes.
Wherever the flames passed, the air warped with heat, and the stone paving cracked under the searing temperature with sharp pops.
Greg and Vivian rolled to opposite sides almost simultaneously.
The beams grazed their clothing and struck the spot where they had just stood, blasting two deep, blackened craters into the ground.
"Looks like they're only around level 30."
Greg sprang to his feet, dusted himself off, and sized up the three enemies.
He could sense that they were roughly on par with the elite monsters on the First Floor. With him unable to use his full strength right now, they posed a slight threat, but not much of one.
"And they're all fire specialists."
Vivian stood a short distance from Greg, her ice-blue eyes calmly studying the enemies' positions and the flow of their magic power.
"Their casting rhythm is steady. They must have been trained. They're not just ordinary Demon King Cult followers."
"I can tell," Greg replied quietly.
"Since they all use fire, you cover me from the rear while I move in and pin them down. Any objections, Madam President?"
Vivian didn't answer. Instead, she let her actions speak for her.
She formed seals with both hands, condensing ice-blue magic power into an Ice Shield before her to block a sudden volley of flames.
The Ice Shield melted rapidly under the intense heat, filling the air with steam and obscuring both sides' vision.
Greg seized the opportunity and activated Shattered Shadow Step. His figure slipped into the steam, vanishing from the enemies' sight.
"Watch out! He's coming!"
The lead cultist shouted a warning.
But it was already too late.
Greg burst out of