The door yawned open like a bird spreading its wings, inviting him into a hall.
Leon maintained a cautious expression. He took a measured pace in, eyes lingering on the vaulting roof and everything else.
His steps drummed down the hall.
'Ah, it's like the arena's throne room...'
The flame lamps lip without warning. But Leon couldn't afford for his attention to sway. Because he had already found his target.
Massive pillars stretched from Leon to an altar, where a large orc sat with the poise of a true leader.
Leon gripped the dagger tighter. His eyes flashed to the blazing lamps. "I see. The orc must have ignited them. Now, I'm surprised an E-rank creature could be a Caster."
If he was right, then the orc's unique ability was...
"... Flame magic," Leon mumbled, his tone revealing an unexpected certainty.
Without notice, the fiend descended the altar. Causing Leon to pause; flames coiled around its spiked mace.
