Chapter 100: Let me show you the meaning of rebirth
After the magam hounds came the last mini-boss, the Flame Lord, Cael’Zaroth.
The chamber he guarded was a vast, circular furnace buried in the heart of the dungeon. Walls pulsed with heat so intense that the very air shimmered, and veins of pure lava coursed like rivers across the ceiling, dripping molten droplets into a pit below.
At the center stood Cael’Zaroth, no hulking brute like Vak’Rath, and no seductive caster like the fire witch. He was lithe and tall, draped in robes forged from flowing fire, and his limbs flickered like coiled serpents of living flame.
[Ding! Mini-Boss Encounter: Cael’Zaroth, Flame Lord of Rebirth – Lv. 38]
"Be careful," Damon said, eyes narrowing. "This one comes back stronger after dying. Don’t blow everything in phase one."
Kate tilted her head. "So... we kill him twice?"
"Exactly," Damon muttered, already stepping forward.
The Flame Lord raised a hand, and the ground responded violently. Fire geysers erupted, carving trenches into the battlefield and dividing it into isolated floating platforms of obsidian. Then, he spoke, his voice layered with a dozen echoes.
"Only flame endures. Let me show you the meaning of rebirth."
Damon smiled wryly at the irony. The Flame Lord vanished into smoke, reappearing midair to hurl a barrage of flame spears down on them. Mark intercepted with a punch that shattered two into sparks, while Kate’s orbs flared to life, catching the rest midair with precise counterbursts of blood magic.
Damon waited until Cael’Zaroth landed and then struck. He burst forward the moment Cael’Zaroth’s feet touched the obsidian platform. His axe ignited mid-swing, flames trailing behind as [Ashen Cleave] erupted in a wide arc.