"Buried deep underground are things you can't even imagine. Just as those who live in the sky look down upon the earth, you are now overlooking another world."

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Lynch grabbed Morgan and forcefully pulled him back to his side, ending his Invisibility Spell in the process. The red-bearded dwarf looked at the mage, wiped off the snake-man's blood from his face with his hand, and asked in confusion, "Why stop, in front of these triangle-headed cowards?"

The mage pulled a ring from his pocket, its sparkling ruby gemstone gleaming on a gold band. He pried open the dwarf's clenched hand and placed the ring in his palm. Lynch sighed, "This was originally a gift for Zilvra, but now I'll have to use it early. I lend it to you, take good care of it."

The dwarf's eyes fixated on the object in his hand, and a warm sensation spread out from the ring. It was a comforting warmth that empowered Morgan's heart, gradually calming its beats and sweeping away all fatigue. Since the ring was custom-made for Zilvra, whose fingers were much more slender than a dwarf's, Morgan could only wear it on his pinky. Yet the picky red-beard still remarked, "The engravings are unattractive, such a waste of a good gemstone. Lynch, can we go now?"

The mage's eyes stayed on the ring, then he nodded gently. He urged, "Rescue the dwarves!"

"Cave King descends!" the dwarf charged into the glowing red cavern, his feet heavily trampling across the battlefield strewn with snake-man corpses, splashing blood everywhere. His flowing beard was like a flag of assault, though the flag seemed to lag behind his charging momentum. The mage followed three steps behind the dwarf, his pristine elf robe immaculate, radiating a bright glow. On one side was the hellish scarlet glow, on the other, a bright light akin to a summer night's full moon. The mage's powerful wand trembled violently, and the necromancy magic pearl let out a mournful wail. Behind them, charcoal-colored smoke clouds churned. Amidst the unnerving sounds, ghosts and banshees reached out with their arms, struggling to escape from their agonizing imprisonment.

Morgan was unaware of what was happening behind him; he charged straight into the cave, shouting. But as soon as his first foot landed, a dull thunder resounded. Lightning bursts erupted right beside an alarm clock, and the dwarf Morgan now found himself inside the bell, just like having thousands of giants trampling the skulls of dwarves. Even with his unstoppable might, as if an army of thousands galloped, he was now completely subdued.

Only the faint warmth from the ring in his hand gave him the strength to grip his warhammer.

Hell, a scene only seen in the nightmares of a mad painter, unfolded before Morgan. The enormous cave was full of flames, leaping, rolling, and flickering. The stone walls here were swirling with dense smoke, seeming as if they would soon ignite entirely. Within each flame was a living creature, unharmed by fire but forever feeling the agony of burning. Now they were about to unleash this fury upon the dwarves led by Barrend.

A group of dwarves was trapped in a crevice at the other end of the cave, with Barrend standing at the forefront, shield held high, blood trickling from his mouth. The stubborn dwarf appeared to use all his strength to resist the crimson glow outside, allowing his compatriots to live a little longer in the shadow behind him. The dwarves behind Barrend were digging desperately, their pickaxes clashing against the hard rock, sparking countless times. Even those without tools fought against the mountain with their hands, feet, nails, and teeth.

Amidst the cave's red glow, a deep shadow existed, easily overlooked unless you intentionally looked for it, as only two white gemstones sparkled at its top. Wherever the humanoid shadow moved, the flames weakened. But Lynch knew the flames were not extinguished; they dared not glow in its presence. The power of fire could only bow before it, for it was the ruler of flames, the Balrog Flame Demon from Bator Hell.

The shadow turned towards the dwarves, its white gaze aimed at red-bearded Morgan. Thick black smoke suddenly welled up from the shadow, as if propelled by explosive force, continuously billowing upward. The outline of a sturdy body emerged in the smoke, revealing enormous leathery wings on its back, curved horns on its head, and a gaping maw emitting a white-hot glow.

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