"Since when did the Inferno Prison Secret Realm become your family's property?"
Victor's voice carried across the lava, reaching the three professionals on the opposite side and immediately making the atmosphere tense.
The middle-aged man dressed in dark-red mage robes did not answer right away.
His attention first fell on the Crimson Flame Fang in Victor's hand before shifting to his face.
"Young man, courage is a good thing, but you need the strength to back it up."
The man raised his staff, and the fire-attribute crystal at its tip began emitting a crimson glow.
"I'll warn you one last time. Leave this place. That flame isn't something you can lay your hands on."
Victor remained unfazed. "You sound so confident. I almost thought you'd already gotten your hands on it."
"Are you looking for death?" The Level 35 swordsman standing nearby finally lost his patience.
Stepping forward, he drew the broad-bladed sword from his back.
