The moment Malik's cold command echoed through the smoldering field, the war began.
The Team of Eight surged into motion, their boots kicking off from the cracked and cratered terrain of the third floor. A scorched wind blew violently across the hellish battlefield—crimson skies above, molten lava bubbling at the edges, blackened rocks scattered across the obsidian land like forgotten ruins. The temperature alone could melt one's sanity, and in the center of it all sat the infernal tyrant… watching.
[Infernal Feral King – Special Elite Boss]
[Level 20 | HP: 15,000]
[Status: Unmoved]
Still seated on his cracked obsidian throne, the Infernal Feral King watched their desperate charge like one observing ants under fire. His massive body—three meters tall, sculpted like a beast forged from flame and bone—glowed from within with fiery veins. His skin was a mixture of charred rock and living fire, and behind him, four molten horns crowned his skull, each glowing like freshly forged blades. His eyes were twin suns—calm, proud, and cruel.
T - 00:01
The timer began... A testament of a battle they've to win at all cost.
"It's just five minute, we can pull this off." That's the thought in their mind when White Emperor and Tipa led the charge. Their shield glowing brightly.
"[Guardian's Mark]!"
"[Reinforced Taunt]!"
Golden sigils erupted beneath White Emperor's feet, coating his armor in a radiant glow. He held his shield up like a bastion of divine will. Behind him, Tipa's carapace shield gleamed with bloodlust as they locked onto the King's towering frame. Both aimed to draw aggro.
"COME DOWN FROM THAT DAMN Throne YOU VILE BEAST!" White Emperor roared.
The smirk on the Infernal Feral King face intensified. 'How unnerving'
It was amused by the Level 6 Main Tank courage but he didn't budge. Instead, a low rumble vibrated through the field—like the laughter of something ancient.
"Hehe.. You've got gut human, I'll bless you for that." It grumpy voice resounded throughout the whole floor when it made its move.
He raised his hand and with a mere flick of its finger, a fiery ripple spread forward. A pulse of mana.
[Infernal Pulse – AoE Firewave]
A wave of fire burst from the throne like a tidal flood. Molten cracks opened across the field, and the lava roared to life.
"SHIELD WALL!" White Emperor bellowed.
[Iron Fortress – Tier 0 Defensive Skill]
A golden dome shot out from his shield, enveloping Tipa and the vanguard. They braced themselves—but the fire still exploded over them like a volcanic wrath.
-2,100 HP (White Emperor)
-1,890 HP (Tipa)
-2,300 HP (Kenny – partial hit)
"AHH! THIS DAMAGE!" Tipa screamed as he rolled out of the fire blast, smoke rising from his armor.
"HEALING WIND!" Big Nurse's desperate shout rang out.
A green swirl exploded under the dome. Their HP bars jumped slightly.
+900 HP (White Emperor)
+850 HP (Tipa)
+1,000 HP (Kenny)
"We can't survive another blast like that!" Young Star yelled as he pulled out a blue vial and drank in haste.
[Mana Restoration Potion – 30% MP Restored]
"I got your back!" Angel Michael shouted as he extended his hands forward.
[Lightning Chains] – Binding Skill
Blue runes flickered midair and then fired, forming lightning chains that attempted to latch onto the Infernal Feral King's ankles.
The Chains reached the Infernal Feral King but before it could took effect, it shattered.
The Infernal Feral King merely looked down. The chains froze mid-space, then burst into steam.
[Immunity Detected: Boss-Level Resistance]
"No CCs work!" Angel Michael cursed, stepping back with panic surging in his eyes.
The King finally rose. Slowly.
His throne cracked beneath him. His head turned slightly to the left… then right.
Then, he vanished.
"What?!"
BOOM!
A massive sonic crack thundered as he appeared directly behind Kenny.
[Infernal Blink] – Instant Movement
Kenny's instincts flared. She twisted on the spot—
[Frost Guard Counter]
—but she was too late.
A burning gauntlet wrapped in obsidian crashed into her side.
-5,200 HP (Kenny)
[Frost Armor – Shattered]
Kenny was sent flying like a broken doll, her body skipping across lava-scarred terrain as she slammed into a jagged cliff face.
"Kenny!!" Taiwo shouted.
"Keep the formation!" Malik's voice resounded in their minds through the Party Channel. He was watching them from afar and meanwhile it had only been twenty seconds.
"Get back up! We need DPS!" Tipa barked as he lunged at the King's leg with his short sword.
He aimed for a tendon strike.
[Holy Edge – Weak Point Slash]
Clink!
-218 HP.
"WHAT?!"
"His defense is ridiculous!" Tipa shouted.
But Kenny was already rising. Blood dripped from her lips. Her Frost Greatsword cracked. Her armor damaged.
"Like hell I'm going down that easy..."
Her eyes blazed coldly.
"I'm not dying before I repay him..."
Her thoughts flashed back—to the day Malik gave her that armor piece without a word… the way he smiled after shielding them from the Feral Crawler Strike… the fight where he went solo against the Mini Boss just to let them rest.
"...I won't shame him."
[Berserker Rage] – Active Skill
A blue mist erupted around her, ice crawling up her arms as the shattered sword reformed into icy crystals.
She charged again.
Everyone moved like they were possessed.
Young Star and Slicer began alternating strikes, their blades dancing with runes.
[Crawler's Fury]
[Double Slash]
Sparks erupted on the King's skin—tiny scratches, barely any damage.
But they didn't stop.
Behind, Angel Michael and Taiwo rotated their spells.
[Inferno Burst]
[Arcane Surge]
[Lightning Spear]
The sky was a firework of spells and light—but the King's HP barely dipped.
HP: 14,102/15,000
"This is bad.."