Chapter 275
"Oh crap..... you gotta be kidding me!" Little One's voice cracked with fury and disbelief. His outburst wasn't misplaced.
The battlefield had shifted in an instant. The rocky terrain of the island was gone, replaced by a hellish field of molten earth. Cracks glowed with searing lava, heat waves rippled in every direction, and even breathing felt like torture. Fighting here? Insanity.
And yet, Little One felt it was his fault. If he hadn't taunted the Dark Emissary, demanding he face them on solid ground instead of hiding in the sky, maybe this nightmare wouldn't have been unleashed.
Ronan clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. Why the hell does one man hold this much power? How many hidden skills does he even have? He knew one thing for certain: had he faced Magus alone, he'd already be dead. Even with four elite heroes beside him, defeating the Dark Emissary felt damn near impossible.
