The Archaic-Dragon Dungeon was located in a pocket dimension.
When the Founder sealed the First Flame here, he also expanded the dungeon to essentially become one with the dimension itself.
If on the off chance, one break through the dungeon walls, they would find themselves in the expanse of the dimension void.
Presently in that void.
Two forces clashed with immense speed and power, neither giving way to each other. Their battle practically illuminated the rather colourless void.
Zemphin hovered nearby—silent, watching.
The battle intensity increases with each clash.
A golden streak and a black storm.
They collided and rebounded, tore and returned—ceaselessly. Lion constructs flared and roared, black flames spiraled like drills of space-ripping fire.
Zemphin's eyes followed every movement, every exchange, analyzing.
At first, it was almost even.
But now… things were shifting.
Hasral was adjusting.
